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.

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

dared to mention Pearson’s

hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson

a

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

There are family matters and

Amy on the bed, “I’m

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

has customs where

foreigner rushed in

assistant.

to Wilson in

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

to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

clenched

the assistant’s

even have one last look

the emotions of the living and the dignity of the

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I

to look at Freya, his gaze showing

suggestion, but my son is not a toy.

a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar

also looked up at

expression turned serious. “There won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

let Amy see her son once again and allow

bed, burst

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

vacation.

leave” by the mortuary, but that was

end,

cold. “Freya, have you

gaze shifted towards her pregnant belly, filled with deep

reassured, looking at

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

body would probably take a

Freya brought

Pearson on the table,

arm needed to be

bent areas had to be straightened, and the missing flesh

part was the

face was completely

asked Wilson for a photo of

leave, so only she and Pearson remained in the embalming

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first

a mask and gloves as she began to