The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 130

Diana’s pov

After William left, Moss entered.

No familiar frameless glasses, a visible red mark on the nose, and bruises on the mouth.

Although you can tell that the hair and clothes have been re–styled, they still can’t hide the messiness from before.

Clothes wrinkled, hair damp.

I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound.

After a while, shocked, I asked, “What happened to you?”

“Accidentally tripped,” Moss replied casually, then asked about my current condition.

I naturally didn’t answer his question; I couldn’t believe his explanation. How could someone be as steady as Moss trip? Moreover, such injuries didn’t match a simple fall.

“Did you get into a fight with someone?” I asked, with a confident tone.

Moss fell silent.

He pocketed his hands, showing signs of unease.

I knew I guessed right.

“Who? Was it one of William’s people?”

Moss pursed his lips, keeping silent.

The hospital door swung open forcefully from the outside.

If it weren’t for the sweaty and anxious April, I might have thought someone came for revenge.

April, seemingly forgetting she was pregnant, rushed to my bedside.

She tried to speak but choked on a sob.

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Diana… you scared me. Why didn’t you tell us about the accident? If I hadn’t messaged you and called the hospital, I wouldn’t have known…”

April sobbed, catching her breath.

Worried about her emotional state affecting the baby, I hurriedly checked Marc, hoping he could calm his pregnant wife.

However, Marc’s mood seemed no better than April’s.

His eyes were red, forehead veins bulging, and his face was ominously dark.

I silently swallowed the words on my lips, admitted my mistake, “I’m sorry. I should have told you first. I promise there won’t be a next time!”

Marc coldly snorted. “Is your promise worth believing? Diana, too many times… too many times. Do you have to mess up your life before you’re satisfied?”

I pursed my lips, lowered my head, feeling a bit guilty.

Marc raised an eyebrow. “Tell me honestly, what have you been up to lately? Does what I investigated have anything to do with your accident?”

to my request to investigate William.

recent reaction, the accident didn’t seem related to

an accident. The driver was drunk…” I muttered.

a bit too

I couldn’t find words to say. I could only turn to Moss

sighed silently, stepped forward, and told Marc and April, “Diana’s

she needs good rest.”

temperamental person would obediently listen

gradually stopped crying. After a

good to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold on to him. Oh, by the

sighed, shaking my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down and rest for

mind, Moss’s voice made me

embarrassment colored my

bed, and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why is your

could finish speaking, I

own

my back to

to suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my hand,

we should check your temperature,” Moss suggested.

might be a bit stuffy in the

some fresh air.”

open

at me skeptically but eventually went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help

is still weak; the window can only stay open for a while,” Moss reminded.

nodded immediately. Moss settled back into

William talk to you about?” Bringing up William made my heart sink

was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to say, “Let’s

the experimental

words

he said, “Okay.”

number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I have

‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When did I do that? Moss-”

responsible,

at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

better behave and not make things difficult

I said, “Second, my antidote is still in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the

“Understood.”

need you to immediately suspend

pondered for a

third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you

“William!”

should know you originally had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the

air of triumph, William hung

clenched my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

large hand held mine.

heard Moss

Scanning his injured nose

a reluctant and slightly

has nothing

didn’t press further,

“Have

you

“Yeah.”