She Dumped Her Dodgy Husband After Suffering Amnesiac

Hellen had worked in the funeral home for a long time and had seen many people die.

However, the person in front of her was highly miserable.

Moreton seemed to have been struck. He sat alone in the corner, one hand in his hair as if he wanted to cut off the whole scalp.

“We’ve always been kind to people. Why did this happen?”

“My son, my son-”

Hellen opened it, glanced at it, then closed it.

Suddenly, a commotion at the door and Amy’s sobbing resounded. She was exhausted from crying, but she still barged in under the obstruction of a few nurses.

“Let me see my son, my Payson…”

The son of Moreton Wilson, whose name was Payson Wilson.

At the age of nineteen, he was lying here.

Hellen helped Amy back to the ward to rest.

However, Amy shook her head and struggled to the push bed.

Hellen understood why Amy fainted upon seeing Payson.

Any mother who saw her son cut in two and badly mutilated would collapse.

Payson must have been knocked out of the car, and his entire face was almost flattened.

He “lost” an arm.

Due to losing her child, Amy did not even look at the person’s appearance before her.

Anyone who tried to stop her from seeing her son had to step aside.

Hellen had some martial arts skills, but after all, her body became heavy after becoming pregnant.

A mother who had lost her child had infinite power.

Hellen was almost pushed down by Amy.

Moreton got up awkwardly, ran from the corner, and stood in front of the push bed.

“Amy, Amy, you go back first.”

“I want to see my son. I want to see my son,” Amy said in a hoarse voice as tears flowed out.

Moreton kept nodding. “I will let you see him.”

Humans had to face the tragic reality.

Hellen and Hans stayed in the hospital until the afternoon. Wilson and Amy finally calmed down a little, just a little.

No one dared to mention Payson’s name in front of Amy.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Amy muttered, “Payson left; he doesn’t want his mother anymore.”

Hellen’s nose twitched.

Moreton stood up and looked at Hellen and Hans, who were in the ward.

“Today, thank you very much for your help. I have to deal with things. Let’s talk about cooperation another day.”

Hellen clenched her hands tightly and looked at Amy lying on the bed. “I’m worried about Duchess Wilson…”

Moreton spoke with sincerity. He looked towards Hellen’s belly; his gaze was incomparably gentle.

“You’re pregnant. I heard about the culture of Country H. It’s not good for pregnant to participate in such things.”

As they were talking, a foreigner ran in. He was Moreton’s assistant.

He spoke to Moreton in English.

Hellen understood what was going on. In Payson’s current condition, it would be best for him to tiding up his remains before transporting them back to Empire Y.

The assistant went to the Funeral Home in Tempe City to find an undertaker. Still, the undertakers were all powerless after seeing Payson’s last photo.

Hellen clenched her hands tightly.

Hearing his assistant’s words, Amy covered her face and started crying.

“Why can’t I even see him the last time?”

Undertaker was for the sake of the feelings of the living people and the dignity of the dead.

Hellen clenched her hands. “Mr. Wilson, if you trust me, I want to become Payson’s undertaker.”

The ward became quiet. Moreton turned to look at Hellen, his eyes filled with confusion and a bit of anger.

“Miss Jovano, I appreciate your opinion, but my son is not a toy, and I need the most professional…”

Hellen pursed his lips. “Mr. Wilson, you’ve misunderstood what I mean. I majored in forensics at Tempe University and am an undertaker.”

“I suppose Payson wants his acquaintances to tide up his remains.”

Moreton froze, and Amy looked at Hellen as well.

Hellen’s expression was grave. “There won’t be anyone in Tempe City more professional than I am. I want to let Amy meet Payson again so that Payson can leave in satisfaction.”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Amy, who was on the bed, cried.

Moreton’s assistant was stunned and spoke in English. The rough idea was that he had heard from the funeral home that Miss Jovano, who was currently on vacation, was the most professional undertaker in the funeral home.

Hellen pursed her lips. She was forcibly “rested” by the funeral home, but that was unimportant.

In the end, Moreton agreed.

Hans’s face turned to inflate. “Hellen, have you really decided?”

Hans glanced at Hellen’s belly, his eyes full of concern for her.

“It’s okay.” Hellen looked at Hans comfortingly.

Hellen didn’t care about those customs. Only she was pregnant, while Payson’s current situation was too miserable.

It would probably take a day and a night to tide up his remains.

With Moreton’s agreement, Hellen took Payson to the funeral home.

Hellen placed Payson on the table and began to carefully examine him.

Hellen needed to reconstruct an arm.

She also had to straighten the curved area and make up for the missing flesh and skin.

The most troublesome thing was the face.

Payson’s face had already disfigured.

Hellen asked for a picture of Payson from Moreton.

Hellen asked the others out, leaving her and Payson alone in the encoffin room.

Hellen poured the batter into the mold, then she placed Payson’s mold arm aside and fixed it.

Hellen was wearing a mask and gloves. He leaned forward slightly and slowly mended the areas on Payson’s body that could still be repaired.

After Hellen completed these minute repairs with full concentration, one morning passed.

Hellen was very tired. When she came out of the room, she saw several people waiting silently on the bench outside.

When Hans saw Hellen come out, he immediately walked up to her. “How are you? Can you hold on?”

“I can hold on, but I’m tired of standing. I’ll bring a high stool in later.”

Hans’s expression was indifferent as he looked at the time.

“You have to eat lunch before working.”

Hellen quietly glanced at Moreton and Amy, who was seated nearby. She could understand their urgency.

“No need. I have no appetite now.”

After drinking half a bottle of water, Hellen turned around and returned to the encoffin room.

Hans’s face darkened until midnight.

Hans even had the urge to rush in, pull Hellen out, send her home, and press her onto the bed to rest!

Before resting, he had to feed Hellen something!

Moreton noticed Hans’s ugly expression, and he calmed down a lot.

As a pregnant, Hellen took the initiative to do this job.

Moreton felt grateful. He could understand Hans. “Mr. Grant, thank you for agreeing to let Miss Jovano help us.”

Hans stared at the door of the encoffin room and said flatly.

I’m not helping you; I can’t stop her.”.

The indifference faded away at the end of his words, leaving only a sense of helplessness.

There were not many people in the funeral home at midnight.

The three sat in the corridor and could vaguely hear all kinds of sounds inside.

Hellen had been working this entire time.

A few times, Amy wanted to peek at her son through the window, but the window was old-fashioned, with the curtains locked.

The sound could come out, but it completely blocked people’s sight.

Suddenly, an extremely gentle voice was heard.

“Payson, I’m going to turn over your body.”

Hellen looked at Payson, who was almost repaired and said gently.

That was the attitude towards a person.

Tears streamed down Amy’s face. She was filled with gratitude towards Hellen.