Klaus strode to the hotel's underground parking lot and yanked open the door, sliding directly into the driver's seat. He glared angrily ahead, Emily's words still echoing in his mind.
"She actually wants to divorce me." Klaus slammed his palm against the steering wheel, furious at the thought of Emily discussing the divorce so casually.
He had hunted for Elijah all night, but to no avail. Someone must have been secretly assisting Elijah in concealing his whereabouts. Otherwise, how could he have vanished without a trace? Damn it, he truly wanted to kill Elijah.
Klaus was exhausted and enraged, but he refused to return to that room. He didn't want to confront the subject of divorce again.
He needed to get drunk. Only alcohol could numb his misery for a fleeting moment. Klaus pressed down on the accelerator, and the car roared away, quickly disappearing into the parking lot.
