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

reaction, the accident didn’t seem related

accident was really just an accident. The driver was drunk…” I

too many!”

I could only turn to Moss for help.

and told Marc and April, “Diana’s

needs good rest.”

always have magic; even the most temperamental

softened instantly, and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions, they left the ward.

of you during your injury. Hold

my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down

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

embarrassment colored my face

hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why is

speaking,

my own

patted my back to

tickle in my throat, I waved

should check your temperature,”

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

for some

open

me skeptically but eventually went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of

weak; the window can only stay open for a while,” Moss reminded.

nodded immediately. Moss settled back into the

William talk 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 necessary; Moss

he said, “Okay.”

on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I have

word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When did I do that?

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

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted

not make things difficult for me. What’s the second

is still in the testing phase, and

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

for a moment.

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

“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 hung up.

clenched my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

large hand held mine.

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

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

a reluctant and slightly

It has

I didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken

“Have

you

“Yeah.”