Chapter 208 It's Not Good for Pregnant to Do This

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