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?”

request to

recent reaction, the accident didn’t seem related to him.

an accident. The driver was drunk…” I

bit too many!” Marc said solemnly.

find words to say. I could only turn to Moss for help.

told Marc and April, “Diana’s

now; she needs good

always have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical

gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions,

whispered, “Moss has been really 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 way, I noticed some injuries on his face. What

my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want

in my mind, Moss’s

colored my

his brow slightly, approached my bed, and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why

speaking, I

own saliva in my nervousness.

back to ease my

suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my

check your temperature,”

no need,” I quickly refused. “It might be a bit

some fresh

open

swept in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse.

body is still weak; the window can only stay open for a while,”

into the chair beside my

about?” Bringing up William

something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to

the experimental

of the words weren’t

said,

number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the people around me

someone around you. When

to do with me. As for who’s responsible,

who silently

better behave and not make things difficult for me. What’s the second condition?”

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

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

pondered for a

first two conditions. But the third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a

“William!”

had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote.

an air of triumph, William hung

phone, tightening

large hand held mine.

is only temporary,” I heard Moss say,

helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I asked,

reluctant and slightly

it. It has nothing to do with you.”

I didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken any

“Have

you

“Yeah.”