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?”

my request to investigate

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

an accident. The

accidents are a bit too many!” Marc said

couldn’t find words to say. I could only turn to Moss for help.

and told Marc and April, “Diana’s body

now; she needs good

magic; even the most temperamental person

April gradually stopped crying. After a few more

brought us here said he took care of you during your injury. Hold on

Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, “Want to

echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice made

embarrassment colored my face red.

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

speaking, I started coughing violently.

choked on my own saliva

back to ease

managing to suppress the tickle in my

we should check your temperature,” Moss suggested.

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

for some fresh air.”

open

help but shiver, regretting my choice

still weak; the window can only stay

settled back into the

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

my throat, and

experimental

words weren’t necessary;

he said,

on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I have three

someone around you. When did I

As for who’s responsible, you

suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his

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

my antidote is still in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the antidote is perfected.”

“Understood.”

immediately suspend the sale of

for a moment.

“Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you I have no connection with Gummy Skull.”

“William!”

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

an air of triumph, William hung up.

my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

warm, large hand held

heard Moss

gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I asked, “How did you get those

and slightly

has nothing to do with you.”

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”