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 investigate

judging by William’s recent reaction, the accident

just an accident. The

accidents are a bit too many!” Marc said solemnly.

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

Marc and April, “Diana’s body is

needs good

most temperamental person would obediently listen

crying. After

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

left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down and

words echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made me

embarrassment colored my face red.

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

speaking, I started

on my own saliva in my

patted my back to ease my

tickle in my throat, I waved

we should check your

no need,” I quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in

window for some

open

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

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

nodded immediately. Moss settled back into the chair

you about?” Bringing up William

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

experimental data…

the words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

said,

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

chuckled, “The word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When did I do that? Moss-”

responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a hint of mockery.

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

this condition, but you better behave and not make

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

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend the sale of

pondered for a

William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you I have no

“William!”

no right to 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

an air of triumph, William hung

my phone, tightening my

hand held mine.

I heard Moss

regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and

a reluctant and slightly embarrassed

it. It has nothing to do with you.”

Moss put it that way, I didn’t press

“Have

you

“Yeah.”