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 investigate

William’s recent reaction, the

really just an accident.

too many!” Marc

words to say. I could only turn

and told Marc and

now; she needs good

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

gradually stopped crying. After

he took care of you during your injury. Hold on to him. Oh, by the way, I noticed some injuries on his face. What happened? Remember

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

mind, Moss’s voice made me feel awkward. In

my

large hand on my forehead,

could finish speaking, I started

my own saliva

my back to ease my discomfort.

suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my

should check your

no need,” I quickly refused. “It might

window for some fresh

open

the window and opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse. But the words were out,

body is still weak; the window can only stay open

settled back into the chair

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

stuck in my throat, and I struggled

the experimental data…

rest of the words

said, “Okay.”

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

chuckled, “The word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When

As for who’s responsible, you can ask

suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted

I agree to this condition, but you better behave and not make things

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

“Understood.”

to immediately suspend

for

first two conditions. But the third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you I have no connection

“William!”

be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking Gummy Skull is increasing. Time is running out for

of triumph,

phone, tightening my grip gradually.

large hand held mine.

only temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we will

gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I asked, “How did you

reluctant and

It has nothing to do

press further, expressing

“Have

you

“Yeah.”