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

William’s recent reaction, the accident didn’t

accident.

too many!” Marc said solemnly.

to say. I

stepped forward, and told Marc and April, “Diana’s body

now; she needs good

even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to

softened instantly, and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more

been really good to you. The nurse who brought us here said 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 him…”

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

Moss’s voice

my face

my bed, and placed his large hand

Moss could finish speaking, I started coughing violently.

my own

hurriedly patted my back to

in my throat,

should check your

might be a

window for some fresh

open

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

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

into the chair beside my

William talk to you about?” Bringing up William

something was stuck in my throat, and I

the experimental data… and…”

of the words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

said, “Okay.”

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

“The word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone

injury has nothing to do with me. As for who’s responsible, you can

who

to this condition, but you better behave and not make things difficult for me. What’s the second

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

“Understood.”

suspend

for a moment.

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

“William!”

So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of

of triumph,

phone, tightening

hand

only temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we

me regain composure. Scanning his

reluctant and

It has nothing

didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken any medicine

“Have

you

“Yeah.”