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

one dared to mention Pearson’s name in front

murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want

a pang of

at Freya and Radley standing in the

There are family

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

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant

having a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

that Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be

mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when they saw Pearson’s final

clenched her

assistant’s words and covered her face,

even have

emotions of the living

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

room fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at

your suggestion, but my son is not a

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

froze, and Amy also

“There won’t be a more professional

once again

the bed, burst into

explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled

vacation.

her lips. She was forcibly “on leave”

the end, Wilson reluctantly

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

Freya reassured,

did not care about any customs. She knew she was

probably take

approval, Freya brought Pearson

Pearson on the table, she examined him

arm needed

straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to

troublesome part

face was completely

Wilson for

only she and Pearson remained in the embalming

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s embalmed arm

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