Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 1063

Seeing that Joshua was staring at her, Luna curled her lips into a feeble smile. "What's wrong? Didn't you want me to appear before you so that you can bring m e back to the mental asylum?”

The mental asylum: the place where she was locked in a windowless room and was subjected to inhumane tortures.

Joshua paused for a moment, then asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened to you?"

He knew that Luna was here, but he never imagined this was how she would look.

He had seen her only a few days ago. At that time, she was full of life, with pink cheeks and clear eyes. This was a stark contrast to what she looked like as she stood before him: colorless and frail, as though she would break into pieces at any moment.

Joshua thought that after being rescued by Luke and Gwen, Luna would be happy and carefree.

While on his way here from Banyan City, he even thought to himself how selfish Luna was. He thought she was a self-centered, inconsiderate mother who did not care about her children. 2

After all, there was no way Luna did not know that the children had kidnapped Janice to take her place in the psychiatric ward. Therefore, how could she

possibly subject her children to everyone's suspicion without feeling even an ounce of guilt?

Contrary to his beliefs, the woman before him at this moment was nothing like he had imagined.

She was bony, sallow, and sickly, like a porcelain doll that could break into smithereens at a single touch.

Luna curled her lips into a smile.

She lifted her head to gaze at Joshua's chiseled face, then let out a bitter smile. "Isn't this what you wanted, Mr. Lynch? You abided by Dr. Robert’s diagnosis and treatment advice...and sent me to living hell."

She exposed the wounds on her arms, as well as the section of burnt scalp hidden beneath her hair.

"Electric shocks, acupuncture, physical stimulation, injection of sedatives..." Luna rattled off the various methods of torment she had suffered these past few days in the mental asylum with a cold, expressionless face.

Finally, she lifted her left hand, displaying her broken little finger to Joshua, and smiled at him. "Didn't you say my hands are pretty? Well, because of this, they smashed my left little finger with a hammer."

Luna’s tone was so calm that it was as though she was describing something that happened to someone else.