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

dared to mention Pearson’s name in

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

felt a

up, looking at Freya and Radley standing in the

today. There are family matters and matters

hands tightly, looking at Amy on the bed, “I’m worried

Freya’s belly

Florin has customs where pregnant women should not participate in such

when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This

assistant.

spoke to Wilson

they transported him back to Iternia, it would be best

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but

tightly clenched

assistant’s words and

we even have one last look at

for the emotions of the living and

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

and Wilson turned to look

your suggestion, but my son is not a toy. I need to hire the most.

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

Amy also looked

won’t be a more professional mortician in Caltun than

son once

bed, burst

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

vacation.

She was forcibly “on leave” by

end,

cold. “Freya, have you

belly, filled with

reassured,

not care about any customs. She knew

probably take a

approval, Freya brought Pearson to the

on the table, she examined

whole arm needed

straightened, and the missing flesh and skin

troublesome part was

was completely

Wilson for

leave, so only she and Pearson remained

fluid in her hands, Freya

and gloves as she began to lean forward, meticulously