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?”

my request

William’s recent reaction, the

was really just an accident. The driver was

are a bit too many!” Marc said solemnly.

time, I couldn’t find words to say. I could only turn to Moss for help.

forward, and told Marc and April, “Diana’s

she needs good rest.”

most temperamental person would

and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions,

you during your injury.

and April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down and rest for

echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made

embarrassment colored my face

approached my bed, and placed his large hand on my

Moss could finish speaking,

my own saliva in

back to ease

suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my

should check your temperature,” Moss

refused. “It might be a bit

window for 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 but shiver,

can only

immediately. Moss settled back into the chair beside my bed.

did William talk to you about?” Bringing up William made my

like something was stuck in my throat,

the experimental data… and…”

words weren’t

he said,

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

I’ve harmed someone around you. When did I do that?

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

Moss, who silently averted his

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

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

“Understood.”

suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

for a moment.

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

“William!”

know you originally had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking Gummy Skull is increasing. Time is running out

air of triumph, William hung up.

tightening my grip gradually.

hand

heard Moss say, “we will

at Moss. His calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I asked, “How

and

It has nothing to do with

it that way, I didn’t press further, expressing

“Have

you

“Yeah.”