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

recent reaction, the accident didn’t seem related

just an accident. The driver was

bit too many!”

time, I couldn’t find words to say. I could only

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

now; she needs good rest.”

even the most temperamental

crying. After a few more instructions, they left the

held my hand and 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.

Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want

echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made me feel awkward. In that

embarrassment colored my

and placed his large hand on

finish speaking, I

choked on my own

back

my throat, I waved my

should check your temperature,” Moss

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

some

open

I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse. But the words were out, and I had

still weak; the window can only stay open

settled back into the

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

It felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to say, “Let’s

the experimental data… and…”

words weren’t

he said, “Okay.”

with you, but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the

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

As for who’s responsible, you can ask

suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

make things difficult for me. What’s the second condition?” William’s voice came

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

“Understood.”

I need you to immediately suspend the sale

pondered for a

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

“William!”

reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number

triumph, William hung up.

my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

warm, large hand

is only temporary,” I heard Moss say,

at Moss. His calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured

reluctant and slightly

it. It has nothing to

press further, expressing

“Have

you

“Yeah.”