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

reaction, the accident didn’t

an accident. The driver

too

say. I could only turn to Moss

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

needs good

have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen

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

leaving, April held my hand and whispered, “Moss has been really good to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold

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

my mind, Moss’s

embarrassment colored my face red.

furrowed his brow slightly, approached my bed, and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring,

could finish speaking, I

own saliva in my

my back to

tickle in my throat,

your temperature,” Moss suggested.

need,” I quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in the room. Just

window for some

open

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

only stay open for a while,” Moss

immediately. Moss settled back into the chair beside my bed.

you about?” Bringing up William made my heart sink

stuck in my throat, and I struggled to say, “Let’s

experimental data…

rest of the words weren’t

said, “Okay.”

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

“The word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When did I do

who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice

suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

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

gaze, I said, “Second, my antidote is still in the testing phase, and it

“Understood.”

immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

pondered for a moment.

two conditions. But the third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve

“William!”

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 up.

phone, tightening my grip

hand

is only temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we will find another way.”

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

a reluctant and

about it. It has nothing to do with

that way, I didn’t press

“Have

you

“Yeah.”