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

by William’s recent reaction, the accident didn’t

accident was really just an accident. The

bit too many!” Marc said

I couldn’t find words to say. I could only turn to

stepped forward, and told Marc

she needs good rest.”

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

crying. After a few more

really good to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold

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

in my mind, Moss’s voice made

colored my face red.

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

finish speaking, I started

choked on my own saliva in my

hurriedly patted my back to

the tickle in my throat, I waved

check your temperature,”

“It might be a bit stuffy in the

window for some fresh air.”

open

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

the window can only stay

into

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

something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to

the experimental data… and…”

the words weren’t

he said,

you, but I have three conditions.

I’ve harmed someone around you.

to do with me. As for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a hint

at Moss, who silently averted his

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

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

“Understood.”

to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy

pondered for a moment.

“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

air of triumph, William

my phone, tightening my grip

warm, large hand held

only temporary,” I heard Moss say,

gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and

a reluctant and

worry about it. It has nothing

press further, expressing concern,

“Have

you

“Yeah.”