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

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

accident. The driver was drunk…” I muttered.

are a bit too

to say. I could only turn to

and told Marc and April, “Diana’s body

now; she needs good rest.”

most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical

stopped crying. After a few more

leaving, April 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,

shaking my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want to lie down

Moss’s voice made me feel awkward. In that

my face red.

hand on my

finish speaking, I

choked on my own saliva in

patted my back to ease

my throat, I waved my hand,

should check your temperature,”

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

some fresh air.”

open

went to the 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

window can only stay open for

into the chair beside

up William made my heart sink bit by

in my throat, and I struggled to say,

experimental data… and…”

the words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

he said,

William’s number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I

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

has nothing to do with me. As for who’s responsible, you

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his

agree to this condition, but you better behave and not make things difficult for me.

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

“Understood.”

to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

pondered for

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

“William!”

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

triumph, William hung

clenched my phone, tightening

hand held

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

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

showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed

worry about it. It has nothing to do with

I didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken any

“Have

you

“Yeah.”