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.

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

just an accident. The driver was drunk…” I

accidents are a bit too many!” Marc said solemnly.

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

sighed silently, stepped forward, and told Marc and April, “Diana’s body

needs

most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical advice.

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

held my 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 the way, I

my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss

my mind, Moss’s voice made me feel awkward. In that

embarrassment colored my face

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

Moss could finish speaking, I started coughing violently.

own saliva in my nervousness.

patted my back to

the tickle in my throat, I waved my hand, “I’m fine.”

your temperature,” Moss

need,” I quickly refused. “It might be a bit stuffy in the room.

window for some fresh air.”

open

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

still weak; the window can only stay

back into the chair

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

stuck in my throat,

experimental data… and…”

of the words weren’t necessary; Moss

he said, “Okay.”

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

word ‘anymore‘ implies I’ve harmed someone around you. When did

me. As for who’s responsible, you can

Moss, who

not make things difficult for

the testing

“Understood.”

I need you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.‘

pondered for a moment.

smiled, “Diana, you’re setting a trap for me. I’ve told

“William!”

development of the antidote. The

air of triumph, William

clenched my phone, tightening my grip

warm, large hand held mine.

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

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

reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.

about it. It has nothing

way, I didn’t press further,

“Have

you

“Yeah.”