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 investigate William.

recent reaction, the accident didn’t seem related to

an accident. The driver was drunk…” I muttered.

a bit too many!” Marc

I couldn’t find words to say. I could only turn to Moss

silently, stepped forward, and told Marc

needs

always have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to

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

to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold on

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

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

embarrassment colored my face

furrowed his brow slightly, approached my bed, and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why is

speaking, I started

own

my back to ease my

to suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my

check your temperature,” Moss suggested.

“It might be a bit stuffy in the room.

for some fresh

open

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

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

settled back into the chair

about?” Bringing up William made my heart sink bit by

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

experimental data… and…”

words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

he said,

with you, but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the people around me anymore!”

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

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

at Moss, who silently averted his

make things difficult for me. What’s the second condition?”

is still in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the antidote

“Understood.”

I need you to immediately suspend

for a

William smiled, “Diana, you’re

“William!”

set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking Gummy Skull is increasing. Time is running out for you.”

of triumph, William hung

my phone, tightening

warm, large hand

temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we

at Moss. His calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I asked, “How did you get those injuries?”

and

it. It has nothing to

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”