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,

to mention Pearson’s name in front

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

felt a

looking at Freya and Radley standing in

your help today. There are family matters and matters of cooperation to discuss

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

Freya’s belly

pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not

when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

to

and even if they transported him back

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

clenched her

heard the assistant’s words and covered her face,

even have one last

emotions of the living and the dignity

said, “Mr. Wilson, if you

look at Freya, his gaze showing some

my son is not

in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar to arrange his final

froze, and Amy also looked up at

a more professional mortician

son once again and

bed, burst into

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,

end, Wilson

expression turned cold. “Freya, have you really

towards her pregnant belly, filled

reassured, looking

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

would probably take a day and a

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson to

placed Pearson on the table, she examined

whole arm needed

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

part was

face was

for

asked everyone to leave, so only she and

in her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

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