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

William’s recent reaction, the accident didn’t seem related to

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

a bit too

I

silently, stepped forward, and told Marc and April,

now; she needs good

most temperamental person would obediently

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

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

April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down and rest for a

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

colored my

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

speaking,

on my own saliva in my nervousness.

back to ease my

in my throat, I waved my hand, “I’m

check your

I quickly refused. “It might be a

window for some

open

window and 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 up

only stay

Moss settled back into the chair beside my

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

something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to

experimental data…

of the words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

he said,

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

‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When

who’s responsible, you can

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently

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

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

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend

pondered for

smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you I

“William!”

set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number

an air of triumph, William

phone, tightening my grip gradually.

warm, large hand

I heard Moss say, “we will

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

a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

worry about it. It has

press further, expressing concern, taken any medicine

“Have

you

“Yeah.”