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

recent reaction, the accident didn’t

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

too many!”

I could only turn

stepped forward, and told Marc and April,

now; she needs good

have magic; even the most temperamental

After a few more instructions, they left

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

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

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

my

his large hand on my forehead,

could finish speaking, I started coughing

choked on my own saliva in my nervousness.

my back to ease

suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my hand, “I’m

your temperature,”

I quickly refused. “It might be

window for some

open

in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse. But

is still weak; the window can only stay open for

immediately. Moss settled back into the chair beside

to you about?” Bringing up William made my

stuck in my throat, and I

the experimental data…

the words weren’t necessary; Moss

he said,

William’s number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the people

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

do with me. As for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s

Moss, who silently averted

better behave and not make things difficult for me. What’s the second condition?” William’s

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

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

pondered for a

two conditions. But the third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a

“William!”

So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking Gummy Skull is increasing.

an air of triumph, William

my phone, tightening my

warm, large hand held mine.

I heard Moss say, “we will

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

and slightly embarrassed

it. It has nothing to do with

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”