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.

Pearson’s name

bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson

felt a

Freya and Radley standing in

today. There are family matters and matters

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

Freya’s belly with incredibly

Florin has customs

foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

to Wilson in

was now dire, and even if they transported him back to

a mortician, but

tightly clenched

the assistant’s

we even have one last look at

emotions of the living and

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to be Pearson’s

and Wilson turned to look at

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

Evergreen University with a degree in forensic

Amy also looked up at

more professional mortician in Caltun

her son once

on the bed, burst into

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

vacation.

forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary,

end, Wilson reluctantly

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

towards her pregnant belly, filled

reassured, looking

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

body would probably take a day and

approval, Freya brought Pearson

Pearson on the table, she examined him

whole arm needed

straightened, and the missing flesh and skin needed to

most troublesome part

face was

for

she and Pearson remained in the embalming

hands, Freya

as she began to lean forward,