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

by William’s recent reaction, the accident didn’t

an accident. The driver was

accidents are a bit too many!” Marc said

say. I could

forward, and told Marc and

needs good rest.”

magic; even the most temperamental

gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions, they left the ward.

he took care of you during your injury. Hold on to him. Oh, by the way, I noticed some injuries on his face. What happened? Remember to care

Moss asked, “Want to lie down and rest for a

Moss’s voice

my

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

finish speaking,

on my own saliva in

back to ease my discomfort.

in my throat,

check your temperature,” Moss

I quickly refused. “It might be a

for some fresh air.”

open

opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and I couldn’t help

still weak; the window can only stay open for a while,”

settled back into the chair beside my

talk to you about?” Bringing up William made

felt like something was stuck in my

experimental

rest of the words weren’t necessary; Moss understood.

said, “Okay.”

number on my phone. “I agree to cooperate with you, but I have three conditions. First, don’t harm the

“The word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around

with me. As for who’s responsible, you can ask Moss,” William’s

glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.

behave and not make things difficult for me. What’s the

“Second, my antidote is still in the testing

“Understood.”

suspend the

for a

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

“William!”

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

triumph, William hung up.

tightening my grip

large hand

I heard Moss

helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose

a reluctant and slightly

has nothing to do with you.”

press further, expressing concern,

“Have

you

“Yeah.”