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.

stayed at the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a

dared to mention Pearson’s

“Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

a

Freya

today. There are family matters and matters

her hands tightly, looking at Amy on

looking at Freya’s belly with

has customs where pregnant women should

when a foreigner rushed in

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

they transported

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

tightly clenched

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s words and covered her face,

have one last look at

cared for the emotions of the living and the

“Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want

room fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some confusion

your suggestion, but my son is not a

graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and

Amy also looked up at

a more professional mortician in Caltun

Amy see her son once again and

bed,

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

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by

end, Wilson reluctantly

cold. “Freya,

towards her pregnant belly, filled

fine,” Freya reassured, looking

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

would probably take a

brought Pearson

Pearson on the table, she examined him

whole arm needed to

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

troublesome part was the

face was completely

Wilson for a photo of

so only she and

her hands, Freya first

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