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?”

request to investigate William.

reaction, the accident didn’t seem related

accident. The driver was drunk…” I muttered.

are a bit too many!”

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

Marc and April, “Diana’s body

needs good

always have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical advice.

attitude softened instantly, and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more

nurse who brought us here said he took care of you during

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

April’s words echoing in my mind, Moss’s voice

colored my face red.

hand

speaking, I started coughing

my own saliva in my nervousness.

my back to ease

the tickle in my throat, I waved my

check your temperature,” Moss

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

some

open

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

window can only stay

back into

what did William talk to you about?” Bringing up William

like something was stuck in my throat,

experimental data…

words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

he said, “Okay.”

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

harmed someone

responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s voice

suspiciously at Moss, who

you better behave and not make things difficult for

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

“Understood.”

need you to immediately suspend

pondered for a

third condition…” William smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told you

“William!”

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

of triumph, William hung

phone, tightening

warm, large hand

is only temporary,” I heard Moss say, “we will find another way.”

His calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and

a reluctant and slightly

has

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

“Have

you

“Yeah.”