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.

Wilson and Amy’s emotions finally calmed. down a little, but just

dared to mention Pearson’s name in front of

murmured, “Pearson is gone. He doesn’t

felt a

stood up, looking at Freya and Radley standing

There are family matters and matters

her hands tightly, looking at Amy

sincerely spoke, looking at Freya’s

I heard that Florin has customs where

a conversation when a foreigner rushed

assistant.

spoke to Wilson in

that Pearson’s situation was now dire, and even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best to prepare his

find a mortician, but the mortician expressed

tightly clenched

heard the assistant’s words and

even have

cared for the emotions of the living and the dignity of the

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

to look at Freya, his gaze showing

Kaufmann, I appreciate your suggestion, but my son is not a

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

and Amy also looked

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

let Amy see her son once again and

the bed,

roughly explaining that he had indeed. heard at

vacation.

“on leave” by the mortuary, but that

end,

expression turned cold. “Freya, have

her pregnant belly, filled with deep concern

fine,” Freya reassured,

did not care about any customs. She knew

the body would probably take a day and

Wilson’s approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

Pearson on the

arm needed to

had to be straightened, and the missing flesh and

troublesome part

face was

asked Wilson for a photo

to leave, so only she and Pearson remained in the embalming

the embalming fluid in her hands, Freya first

she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could