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

the accident didn’t seem related to

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

accidents are a bit too many!” Marc

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

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

now; she needs good rest.”

the most temperamental person would obediently listen

gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions, they left

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 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,

mind, Moss’s voice made

my face red.

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

could finish speaking, I started coughing violently.

own saliva in my nervousness.

my back to ease my discomfort.

the tickle in my throat, I

check your

might be a bit stuffy in

window for some fresh air.”

open

help but

only stay open for a

back into the chair beside my

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

my

experimental data…

words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

said,

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

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

responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a

who silently averted his

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

in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the

“Understood.”

suspend the sale of

pondered for a

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

“William!”

had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote.

triumph,

clenched my phone, tightening my

hand

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

Moss. His calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose

showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed

worry about it. It has

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”