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

the accident didn’t seem related to

accident was really just an accident.

are a bit too many!” Marc said

to say. I could only turn to Moss

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

needs good rest.”

magic; even the most temperamental person would

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

you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold on to him. Oh, by

left, Moss asked, “Want to lie

echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made

embarrassment colored my face

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

speaking, I started coughing

my own saliva in my nervousness.

hurriedly patted my back to ease my discomfort.

suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my

your temperature,”

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

for some fresh

open

at me 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 a

the window can only stay open for a while,” Moss reminded.

back into the chair beside

talk to you about?” Bringing up

was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to

the experimental data…

the words weren’t necessary; Moss

he said, “Okay.”

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

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

injury has nothing to do with me. As for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,”

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted

agree to this condition, but you better behave and not make things

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

“Understood.”

to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

for a moment.

two conditions. But the third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you I have no connection with Gummy

“William!”

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

an air of triumph, William hung

my phone, tightening

hand

I heard Moss say, “we will find another

gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and

a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

It has nothing to

press further,

“Have

you

“Yeah.”