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

the accident didn’t seem related to

accident was really just an accident. The driver was drunk…”

too

words to say. I

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

she needs good

most temperamental person would

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

been really good to you. The nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during your

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

Moss’s voice made me feel awkward. In

my

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

Moss could finish speaking, I started

on my own saliva

hurriedly patted my back to ease my discomfort.

managing to suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my

check your

quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy

window for some

open

in, and I couldn’t help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse. But the words were

only stay open

settled back into the chair beside my

William talk to you about?” Bringing up William

It felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to say, “Let’s

the experimental data… and…”

of the words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

said,

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

I’ve harmed someone around you. When did I do that?

me. As for who’s responsible, you can

Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

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

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

“Understood.”

I need you to immediately suspend the sale

for

smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a

“William!”

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

air of triumph, William hung up.

my phone, tightening my grip gradually.

warm, large hand held mine.

heard Moss say, “we will find another

calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I

a reluctant and

about it. It has nothing to do with

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”