Thrown Into A Mental Hospital By Her Four Brothers and Her Fiancé!

After the effect of the medicine wore off, the dean asked the nurse to wash me clean and send me out.

At the entrance of the mental hospital, there stood five handsome men in suits.

They looked cold and aloof, and they looked at me with hidden resentment and murderous intent in their eyes.

Three years later, facing these five men closest to me, I still couldn't help but take a step back in fear with a pale face.

Jason took a step forward and pinched my chin coldly.

He laughed sarcastically. "It's only been three years. Why do you become like this?"

He stared at my face, which was very thin, and then he looked at the loose and ill-fitting clothes on me.

This dress was the one I wore when I came here three years ago.

Now it seemed empty.

It had been only three years...

I felt sad in my heart.

During the three years, I lost everything.

I lost my identity as a painter, my beautiful appearance, my healthy body, and my only family...

Now I was just like a dead person.

Seeing that I remained silent, Jason frowned. He let go and wiped his hand with a handkerchief in disgust.

His expression hurt me.

Three years ago, when I was not the daughter of the Moore family, he held me in his arms and looked at me tenderly, saying that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

My hands were covered with paint and hadn't been washed off yet, but he didn't mind and ran over to hug me.

I chuckled and pushed him away. "I haven't washed my hands yet. It's dirty."

He deliberately got paint on his face and said with a smile that it was not dirty at all.

But now he felt like I was the dirtiest person in the world.