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 didn’t seem related

was really just an accident.

bit too

to say. I could only turn to Moss for

sighed silently, stepped forward, and told Marc and April,

now; she needs

always have magic; even the most temperamental

April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions,

whispered, “Moss has 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

April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down and

words echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice

my face red.

placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever.

could finish speaking, I started

my own saliva in my nervousness.

hurriedly patted my back to ease my

my throat, I waved my hand,

we should check your

“It might be a bit

some fresh air.”

open

A cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help but

window can only stay open for a

nodded immediately. Moss settled back into

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

in my throat, and I struggled to say,

the experimental data…

rest of the words

said,

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

implies I’ve harmed someone around

for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a hint of mockery.

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his

behave and not make

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

“Understood.”

I need you to immediately suspend the sale

for a moment.

can agree to the first two conditions. But the third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for

“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 people

an air of triumph, William hung

phone, tightening my

hand

temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we

me regain composure. Scanning his

reluctant and slightly embarrassed

about it. It has nothing

that way, I didn’t press further, expressing concern,

“Have

you

“Yeah.”