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

judging by William’s recent reaction, the accident

just an accident. The driver was drunk…” I

too

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

Marc

she needs good

magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to

crying. After a few more instructions,

to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you

left, Moss asked,

April’s words echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made me feel

my face

large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why is your face so

speaking, I started

my own saliva

hurriedly patted my back

in my throat,

should check your temperature,” Moss

“It might be

for some

open

at 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 a lousy excuse. But the words were out, and I had to keep up the act.

only stay

Moss settled back into the chair beside

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

like something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to

the experimental data…

words weren’t necessary;

he said,

dialed William’s number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but

harmed someone around you. When did I do

has nothing to do with me. As for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a hint of mockery.

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who

I agree to this condition, but you better behave and not make things difficult for me. What’s the second condition?” William’s voice

the testing phase, and

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend

for a

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

“William!”

you should know you originally had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of

air of triumph, William hung

my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

warm, large hand held

heard Moss

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

and slightly

about it. It has nothing to do with you.”

Moss put it that way, I didn’t press

“Have

you

“Yeah.”