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 to

reaction, the accident

just an accident. The driver was drunk…” I

bit too

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

Marc and April, “Diana’s

needs good

the most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical

After a few more instructions, they left

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 to care for

head. Once Marc and April left, Moss

echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made

embarrassment colored my

his large hand on my forehead, murmuring,

speaking, I started coughing

my own saliva in

patted my back to ease my discomfort.

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

we should check your temperature,”

need,” I quickly refused. “It might be a

for some fresh

open

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

can only stay open for a

back into the chair beside

William talk to you about?” Bringing up William made

my throat, and I struggled to say,

experimental data…

of the words

he said,

“I agree to cooperate with you, but I have three conditions.

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

do with me. As for who’s responsible,

at Moss, who silently

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

still in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the

“Understood.”

need you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy

for a moment.

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

“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

an air of triumph, William hung

tightening my

hand held mine.

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

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

reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

about it. It has nothing to

I didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken

“Have

you

“Yeah.”