Pursuing My Ex-Wife Isn’t Easy

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 me 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.

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.

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.

like a porcelain doll that could

curled her lips into

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

exposed the wounds on her arms, as well as the section of burnt scalp hidden

off the various methods of torment she had suffered these past few days in

at him. “ Didn’t you say my hands are

as though she was describing something that happened

shock. “Your finger…“ Did she not break it

that Luke had shown him the day before. He immediately

Luke nodded at him.

a step back, and a harrowing

How could they do this to Luna? He had specifically asked Mr. Chase to look after her and provide her

even promised that he would assign more nurses to look after

that if I stayed in there a day longer, they’d smash another one of my fingers. “ Luna let out a self-deprecating snicker. “Do you know what I was thinking at that time, Mr. Lynch?