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

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

just an accident. The driver was

too many!” Marc said solemnly.

I could only turn to Moss for help.

Marc and April, “Diana’s

needs

temperamental person would obediently listen

crying. After a few more instructions, they left the

whispered, “Moss has been really good to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your

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

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

embarrassment colored my face red.

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

Moss could finish speaking, I started coughing

own saliva in my nervousness.

patted my back to

to suppress the tickle in my throat,

we should check your temperature,” Moss suggested.

I quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in the room.

some fresh

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 out, and I had

the window can only stay open for a while,”

settled back into the chair beside my

about?” Bringing up William made my heart sink bit

felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I

experimental data… and…”

of the words weren’t necessary; Moss

said,

cooperate with you, but I have three

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 hint of

suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his

not make things difficult for me. What’s the second condition?” William’s voice came again.

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

“Understood.”

to immediately suspend the

for a moment.

you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you

“William!”

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

triumph,

my phone, tightening

large hand

temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we will

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

reluctant and slightly embarrassed

It has nothing to

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”