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.

and Amy’s emotions finally

mention Pearson’s name in front

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

felt a pang of

Freya and

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

at Amy on

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s belly with

I heard that Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate

a foreigner rushed in through the

assistant.

to Wilson

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

to find a mortician, but

tightly clenched her

the assistant’s words

even have one last

of the living and the dignity of

grip and said, “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me,

fell silent, and Wilson turned to look at Freya, his gaze

appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a toy.

lips and said, “Mr. Wilson, you misunderstand me. I graduated from Evergreen University with a degree in forensic medicine, and I am also a professional mortician. I believe Pearson would prefer someone familiar

froze, and Amy also looked up

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

let Amy see her son once again and

on the bed, burst into

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

vacation.

pursed her lips. She was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was not

end,

cold. “Freya,

belly,

fine,” Freya reassured,

care about any customs. She knew she

the body would probably take a

brought Pearson to

placed Pearson on the table, she examined him

arm needed to be

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

most troublesome part

face was

for

everyone to leave, so only she

her hands, Freya first set Wilson’s

wore a mask and gloves as she began to lean