Chapter 130 Dianaâs 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 reâstyled, they still canât hide the messiness from before.
Clothes wrinkled, hair damp.
I opened my mouth but couldnât make a sound.
After a while, shocked, I asked, âWhat happened to you?â
âAccidentally tripped,â Moss replied casually, then asked about my current condition.
I naturally didnât answer his question; I couldnât believe his explanation. How could someone be as steady as Moss trip?
Moreover, such injuries didnât match a simple fall.
âDid you get into a fight with someone?â I asked, with a confident tone.
Moss fell silent.
He pocketed his hands, showing signs of unease.
I knew I guessed right.
âWho? Was it one of Williamâs people?â
Moss pursed his lips, keeping silent.
The hospital door swung open forcefully from the outside.
If it werenât 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.
âDiana... you scared me. Why didnât you tell us about the accident? If I hadnât messaged you and called the hospital, I wouldnât have known...â
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, Marcâs mood seemed no better than Aprilâs.
His eyes were red, forehead veins bulging, and his face was ominously dark.
I silently swallowed the words on my lips, admitted my mistake, âIâm sorry. I should have told you first. I promise there wonât be a next time!â
Marc coldly snorted. âIs your promise worth believing? Diana, too many times... too many times. Do you have to mess up your life before youâre satisfied?â
I pursed my lips, lowered my head, feeling a bit guilty.
Marc raised an eyebrow. âTell me honestly, what have you been up to lately? Does what I investigated have anything to do with your accident?â
Referring to my request to investigate William.
But judging by Williamâs recent reaction, the accident didnât seem related to him.
âThe accident was really just an accident. The driver was drunk...â I muttered.
âYour accidents are a bit too many!â Marc said solemnly.
This time, I couldnât find words to say. I could only turn to Moss for help.
Moss sighed silently, stepped forward, and told Marc and April, âDianaâs body is still weak now; she needs good rest.â
Doctorâs words always have magic; even the most temperamental person would obediently listen to medical advice.
Marcâs attitude softened instantly, and April gradually stopped crying. After a few more instructions, they left the ward.
Before leaving, April held my hand and whispered, âMoss 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 noticed some injuries on his face. What happened?
Remember to care for him...â
I sighed, shaking my head. Once Marc and April left, Moss asked, âWant to lie down and rest for a while?â
With Aprilâs words echoing in my mind, Mossâs voice made me feel awkward. In that moment, embarrassment colored my face red.
Moss furrowed his brow slightly, approached my bed, and placed his large hand on my forehead, murmuring, âNo fever. Why is your face so red?â
Before Moss could finish speaking, I started coughing violently.
I choked on my own saliva in my nervousness.
Moss hurriedly patted my back to ease my discomfort.
After managing to suppress the tickle in my throat, I waved my hand, âIâm fine.â
âMaybe we should check your temperature,â Moss suggested.
âNo need, no need,â I quickly refused. âIt might be a bit stuffy in the room. Just the window for some fresh air.â
open Moss looked at me skeptically but eventually went to the window and opened it. A cool breeze swept in, and I couldnât help but shiver, regretting my choice of a lousy excuse. But the words were out, and I had to keep up the act.
âYour body is still weak; the window can only stay open for a while,â Moss reminded.
I nodded immediately. Moss settled back into the chair beside my bed.
âSo, what did William talk to you about?â Bringing up William made my heart sink bit by bit.
âMoss...â It felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I struggled to say, âLetâs release the experimental data... and...â
The rest of the words werenât necessary; Moss understood.
Silently, he said, âOkay.â
I dialed Williamâs number on my phone. âI agree to cooperate with you, but I have three conditions. First, donât harm the people around me anymore!â
William chuckled, âThe word âanymoreâ implies Iâve harmed someone around you. When did I do that? Moss-â
âMossâs injury has nothing to do with me. As for whoâs responsible, you can ask Moss,â Williamâs voice carried a hint of mockery.
I glanced suspiciously at Moss, who silently averted his gaze.
âAlright, I agree to this condition, but you better behave and not make things difficult for me. Whatâs the second condition?â
Williamâs voice came again.
Retracting my gaze, I said, âSecond, my antidote is still in the testing phase, and it cannot be sold until the antidote is perfected.â
âUnderstood.â
âThird, I need you to immediately suspend the sale of Gummy Skull.â
William pondered for a moment.
âI can agree to the first two conditions. But the third condition...â William smiled, âDiana, youâre setting a trap for me. Iâve told you I have no connection with Gummy Skull.â
âWilliam!â
âDiana, you should 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 for you.â
With an air of triumph, William hung up.
I clenched my phone, tightening my grip gradually.
A warm, large hand held mine.
âCompromise is only temporary,â I heard Moss say, âwe will find another way.â
I looked up at Moss. His calm gaze gradually helped me regain composure. Scanning his injured nose and mouth, I asked, âHow did you get those injuries?â
Moss showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.
âDonât worry about it. It has nothing to do with you.â
Since Moss put it that way, I didnât press further, expressing concern, taken any medicine for it?â
âHave you âYeah.â
âWell, if you hadnât, I could have let you try my new medicine. It works well.â I said casually.
Moss looked at me in surprise for a few seconds. âWhat did you just say?â
âI said I have a newly developed medicine that works well...â
his injured nose and mouth, I asked, âHow did you get those injuries?â
Moss showed a reluctant and slightly embarrassed expression.
âDonât worry about it. It has nothing to do with you.â
Since Moss put it that way, I didnât press further, expressing concern, âHave you taken any medicine for it?â
âYeah.â
âWell, if you hadnât, I could have let you try my new medicine. It works well.â I said casually.
Moss looked at me in surprise for a few seconds. âWhat did you just say?â
âI said I have a newly developed medicine that works well...â
I thought Moss would be interested in my new medicine, but he interrupted me.
âNot that sentence, the one before.â
â...Have you taken any medicine?â
11 âNo.â Moss shook his head, then asked, âAre you offering to help?â
C âI...â I hesitated for a moment, somewhat bewildered, âIn my office cabinet, thereâs a white medicine box. In the left compartment, thereâs a blue bottle; thatâs the new medicine. You can take it and try.â
Moss left the ward, and a few minutes later, he returned, handing me the blue bottle.
âI wonât use it; otherwise, Iâll have to redo the bandages,â I said.
But clearly, I misunderstood Mossâs intention.
He frowned at me, a hint of confusion in his eyes, âArenât you helping me apply the medicine?â
Well, it seemed Moss also misunderstood my intention.
But I didnât bother explaining; being too clear would make it awkward.
I unscrewed the lid of the blue bottle, applied some ointment on a cotton swab, and. motioned to Moss, âCome here, bow your head.â
Moss hesitated for a second, then bent down in front of me.
He lowered his eyes, looking at something I couldnât see.
Perhaps because the ointment stung the wound a bit, his ear tips turned red, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead.
So, I lightened my touch.
Suddenly, a noise came from the doorway.
Due to Mossâs hurried return, the wardâs door wasnât completely shut, leaving a large gap.
I paused my actions, curiously glancing toward the entrance.
The back of a bending nurse entered my sight, and I heard her nervously say, âIâm sorry, Alpha Nathan! I didnât see you there. I didnât mean to bump into you...â