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

the accident didn’t seem related

accident was really just an accident. The driver was

are a bit too

find words to say. I

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

needs good rest.”

most temperamental

After a few more instructions, they

you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during

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

Moss’s voice made me feel awkward. In

embarrassment colored my face red.

and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, “No fever. Why is your face

speaking, I started coughing violently.

on my own saliva in my nervousness.

hurriedly patted my back to ease my discomfort.

in my throat, I waved my hand,

check your

quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in

window for some fresh

open

skeptically but eventually went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of

only stay open for a while,” Moss reminded.

into

to you about?” Bringing up William made my heart

something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled

the experimental data… and…”

of the words weren’t necessary;

he said,

agree to cooperate with you, but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the people

chuckled, “The word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around

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

at Moss, who silently averted

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

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

“Understood.”

need you to immediately suspend the sale of

for

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

“William!”

reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking

air of triumph, William

tightening my grip gradually.

hand

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

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

showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

It has nothing to do with

press further, expressing

“Have

you

“Yeah.”