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 William.

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

an accident.

too many!”

find words to say. I could only turn to Moss for

silently, stepped forward, and told Marc

she needs good

always have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen

April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions,

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, by the way, I noticed some injuries on his face. What happened? Remember

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

in my mind, Moss’s

my

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

speaking, I started coughing violently.

choked on my own saliva in my

my back to ease

my throat,

should check your temperature,” Moss suggested.

quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in

some fresh air.”

open

in, and I couldn’t help but shiver,

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

Moss settled back into the chair beside my bed.

up William made my heart sink bit by

my throat, and

experimental data… and…”

rest of the words weren’t

he said, “Okay.”

but I have

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

nothing to do with me. As for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted

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

said, “Second, my antidote is still in the testing phase, and it

“Understood.”

you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy

pondered for a moment.

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

“William!”

no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number

air of triumph, William hung up.

clenched my phone, tightening my

hand held

heard Moss say,

helped me regain composure. Scanning

and slightly embarrassed

about it. It has

Moss put it that way, I didn’t press further, expressing concern, taken

“Have

you

“Yeah.”