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

Pearson’s name in

on the hospital bed, Amy murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t want his mom

felt a pang

looking at Freya and

family

at Amy on the

spoke, looking at Freya’s

I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should

conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

to

and even if they transported him back to Iternia,

a mortician, but the mortician expressed their inability

clenched

nearby, heard the assistant’s

we even have one last

emotions of the

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

Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze showing some

I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is

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

froze, and Amy also looked up at

be a more professional mortician in

see her son once again

bed, burst into

momentarily. He spoke in Iternian, roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at the mortuary that the most

vacation.

forcibly “on leave”

the end, Wilson

cold. “Freya, have you

her pregnant belly, filled with

reassured, looking at

knew she was pregnant,

the body would probably take a

Freya brought

the

arm needed

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh

most troublesome part was the

face was

Wilson for a

everyone to leave, so only she

hands, Freya first

gloves as she began to lean