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.

afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but

mention Pearson’s

bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He

felt a pang

stood up, looking at Freya and

today. There are family matters and

tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried

Freya’s belly

I heard that Florin has customs where

a foreigner rushed in through

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

they transported

the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician

tightly clenched her

assistant’s

we even have one

for the emotions of the

grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be

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

is not a

“Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also

and Amy also looked up

a more professional mortician in Caltun

see her son once again and allow

the bed,

heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician

vacation.

pursed her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that

the end,

expression turned cold. “Freya,

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern and

reassured,

not care about any customs. She knew she was pregnant, but Pearson’s

body would probably take a day and

brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined

needed to

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part was

was completely

Wilson for a

only she and Pearson

fluid in her hands, Freya

mask and gloves as she began to lean