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

William’s recent reaction, the accident didn’t

just an accident. The driver was

are a bit too many!” Marc said

find words to say. I could only turn to

stepped forward, and told Marc and

she needs

even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to

attitude softened instantly, and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions, they left the

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, by

Once Marc and April left, Moss asked,

mind, Moss’s voice made me feel

embarrassment colored my

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

speaking, I started coughing violently.

on my own saliva in

patted my back

tickle in my throat, I waved

we should check your

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

for some fresh air.”

open

cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of a

the window can only stay open for a

back into the chair beside

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

It felt like something was stuck in my throat, and

experimental data… and…”

words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

said, “Okay.”

but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the

‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you.

for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice carried a

suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his

condition, but you better behave and not make things difficult for me. What’s the

still in the testing phase, and it cannot be

“Understood.”

need you to immediately suspend the sale

for

“Diana, you’re setting a trap for

“William!”

know you originally had no right to set conditions. So, be reasonable. Also… prioritize the development of the antidote. The number of people taking Gummy Skull is increasing. Time is running out

an air of triumph, William hung

my phone, tightening my grip

warm, large hand held mine.

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

composure. Scanning his injured nose

and slightly embarrassed expression.

worry about it. It has nothing to do

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”