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 Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little,

mention Pearson’s

bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

a pang

at Freya and Radley standing in

are family matters

tightly, looking at Amy

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly

has customs where pregnant

when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This

assistant.

to Wilson

they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare his

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their

clenched her

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her

have one last

the living and the dignity

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust

turned to look at Freya,

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

misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional

Amy also looked up

expression turned serious. “There won’t be a more professional

to let Amy see her son once again and allow Pearson to depart in

bed,

spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was

end,

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you

pregnant belly, filled with

reassured, looking

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

probably take

approval, Freya brought

she placed Pearson on the table, she examined

whole arm needed

areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to

part

face was

asked Wilson for

so only she and Pearson remained in

hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed

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