The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 97

When I hurriedly returned to the wedding planner’s place and pushed open the glass door, Avia and Cameron were sitting on chairs, listening to classical music, enjoying the maid’s service, and leisurely tasting desserts.

Anger surged in my heart; I suddenly realized I had been played by them! Avia and Cameron obviously hadn’t noticed my arrival, chatting happily.

“Don’t worry, Mom. Just now, I deliberately sent her a message, telling her that Nathan left because I got burned, not because I falsely claimed you passed out. If she has any shame left, she should stay away from my Nathan.”

“You always are smart, I-‘

“What are you talking about?” I asked coldly, almost unable to believe my ears. What had they fabricated about Diana behind my back?

Without my knowledge, what had they told Diana?

“Nathan!” Avia saw me, trotted over, and grabbed my arm. “You’re finally back. I’m tasting the cake for our wedding with Mom. Come and try-”

“Avia.” I interrupted her sharply, looking at her in disbelief.

The brighter she smiled, the clearer Diana’s weak appearance became in my mind.

Suppressing the anger within me, I shook off her hand.

“What were you and Cameron talking about? What burn… Did you message Diana?”

“No, I didn’t.” Avia immediately denied. “You heard it wrong.”

“Then explain what happened. What’s the story about Cameron fainting? She’s perfectly fine sitting here!”

“I… I just wanted you to come back.” Avia shrugged, explaining with her shoulders hunched. “You’re my fiancé. What’s wrong with wanting you to be with me?”

“So, lying is the solution?” I looked at her, somewhat puzzled. “Avia, you’ve changed a lot. I almost don’t recognize you. Are you still the kind girl who saved me and Cameron from the warehouse? Why can’t I find a trace of her in you?”

Avia’s face turned pale instantly, and her lips trembled slightly. For a moment, I seemed to see panic in her eyes..

“That’s enough!” Cameron slammed the table suddenly. “Nathan, it’s me who had Avia tell you that I fainted. It has nothing to do with her. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”

I looked at Cameron, my mother, in disbelief.

Avia lie to me?” I questioned, “Have you forgotten my identity?

the chair. “Even if I lied to

silently clenched my

side

sternly said to me, “Nathan, Avia is your fiancée. Think about it. For

also the one who caused Avia to be gang–raped! If I didn’t pretend to be sick and make you come back, do you plan to keep making mistakes? How can you speak to your mother, your fiancée, and

Diana’s case! Until the investigation results come out, she is not the

didn’t harm Avia, you’re already engaged to Avia! You should be clear about

let him reflect on his own. One day, he will realize how foolish it was to

my breath, roughly rubbing my hair. After several deep breaths, I managed to

call Diana. She still had the aftermath of Gummy Skull, and she had just learned the devastating news about William possibly deceiving her for many years! But what did I do? I left her on the roadside! I promised her that no matter what happened, I

self–blame, anxiety, guilt, heartache… Myriad emotions intertwined in my heart, causing me to misdial

called me at the

quickly answered the call, eager, “Diana, it’s

“Nathan?”

from the phone, carrying a slight surprise, extinguishing

know I was calling you about Diana?” he

forehead, calming down a bit. “Is

“It’s already cleared

felt like my heart stopped beating; I even dared not

“The answer is…”

fact is so.

shouted at the phone, “Go and investigate again! I don’t believe Diana would

another piece of evidence. “We obtained the surveillance video of Diana bribing those people. I’ve sent it to your email. Believe

know when you see it.

before

silence. I stood still for a few seconds, then slowly opened the email and

talking to a group of thugs on the street. The woman’s back was facing me, making her face unclear. Fifteen minutes later, she handed them some money. The thugs happily accepted the money, and the woman turned around. As she lifted her head from the trench coat, a beautiful, bright, yet malicious face with

softly, “It’s really you…”

spinning, and the prolonged ringing in my ears intensified my headache!

red eyes, said she wanted to save those patients, resolutely threw herself at Lewis, looked at the trash can with compassion and

muttered softly, “It’s really you…”