No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 208 It’s Not Good for a Pregnant Woman to Do Such Things

Freya had worked at the mortuary for a long time and had seen all kinds of departed souls. But the one before her could only be described as utterly tragic.

Wilson seemed to have suffered a severe blow. He sat alone in a corner, one hand clutching at his hair as if he wanted to pull off his entire scalp.

“We, as a couple, have always been kind to others. Why would something like this happen?”

“My son, my dear son-”

Freya lifted the sheet for a glance and quickly covered it again.

There was a commotion at the door, and Amy’s cries filled the air. She had cried until she had no strength left, and despite the nurses’ attempts to stop her, she still rushed in.

“Let me see my son, my Pearson-

Pearson Wilson, the son of Duke Morton Wilson.

At the age of nineteen, he lay here.

Freya supported Amy, trying to lead her back to the hospital room to rest.

But Amy shook her head vigorously. She struggled to approach the bed.

Freya understood why Amy fainted at first glance.

Any mother would collapse after seeing her son’s mangled body torn in two and covered in blood and flesh.

Young Wilson seemed to have been thrown out of the car, crushed and dragged for a long distance to the point where his face was almost unrecognizable.

He even lost an arm.

Amid her overwhelming grief, Amy did not even care who was in front of her.

Anyone between her and her son had to step aside and let her see him.

Freya had some skills, but her body became cumbersome after getting pregnant.

A mother who lost her child possessed boundless strength.

Amy almost pushed Freya down.

Wilson hurriedly got up from the corner and stood before the pushing bed.

“Amy, Amy, you should go back now.”

Amy’s tears kept flowing. Her voice was hoarse, and she cried with exhaustion. “I want to see my son. I want to see my son.”

Wilson nodded repeatedly. “You will see him.”

Sometimes, people had to face harsh änd relentless reality.

and Radley stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just

one dared to mention Pearson’s

murmured, “Pearson is gone. He

a pang

at Freya and Radley

you both for your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss

at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried about Mrs.

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly tender

has customs where pregnant

a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

to

was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be

find a mortician, but the mortician

tightly clenched

the assistant’s

we even have

cared for the emotions of the

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I

fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some

I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need to hire

in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar to arrange his final

Amy also

more professional mortician

son once again and allow

the bed,

in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by

end, Wilson

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have you

towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

Freya reassured,

any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s condition was extremely

take

Freya brought Pearson to

Pearson on the

arm needed to be

be straightened, and the

troublesome part was the

face was

asked Wilson for a

only she and Pearson remained in

embalming fluid in her hands,

wore a mask and gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what