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.

at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s

Pearson’s name in front

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

a pang of

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

your help today. There are family matters and matters of

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

spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with incredibly

Florin has customs where pregnant women should not

were having a conversation when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

transported

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability when

tightly clenched her

assistant’s words and covered her

even have one last look

the living and the

if you trust me, I

silent, and Wilson turned to look at

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

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

and Amy also

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

see her son once again

on the bed, burst

that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most skilled mortician was a Miss Kaufmann, who was currently

vacation.

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

the end, Wilson reluctantly

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya, have

pregnant belly, filled with

fine,” Freya reassured, looking

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

body would probably take

approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the table, she examined him

whole arm needed to

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part was

face was completely

Wilson for a

leave, so only she

hands,

as she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what