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 calmed. down a little, but just a

to mention Pearson’s name in front of

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

a pang of

Freya and Radley

your help today. There are family matters

tightly, looking at Amy

looking at Freya’s

are pregnant, and I heard that Florin has customs

a conversation when a foreigner rushed in through the door. This person was

assistant.

to

even if they transported him back to Iternia, it would

to the Caltun mortuary to find a mortician, but the mortician expressed their

clenched her

standing nearby, heard the assistant’s

can’t we even have one

mortician cared for the emotions of the living and the

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

look at

is not

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

froze, and Amy also

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

son once

the bed, burst into

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

vacation.

was forcibly “on leave” by the mortuary, but that was

the end,

Redley’s expression turned cold. “Freya,

towards her pregnant belly, filled with

Freya reassured, looking at

did not care about any customs. She knew she

body would probably take

Freya brought Pearson

the table, she examined him

needed

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

troublesome part was

face was

Wilson for a

only she and Pearson

her hands, Freya first set

she began to lean forward, meticulously repairing what could still