Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 93: Tomorrow We Leave

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Klaus left the Southern Palace in a huff and, getting into his car, drove straight back to his hotel. Marx, who was the chauffeur, quickly sensed Klaus’s displeasure and, as he drove, he cautiously asked, "Didn’t the negotiations with the King of the South go well?"

"The old king sent his son to interview me, and he also made it clear that the South would not join with the North in attacking the West." Klaus was furious at the thought of the unfruitful interview just now. "Southerners are cowardly cowards."

"Marx, have our people contact the airport. We’ll return to the North tomorrow." Klaus ordered.

"Yes, Alpha." Marx turned the wheel and steered the car in the direction of the hotel car park.

"Wait, park here." Klaus saw Emily getting out of a taxi through the window, assisted by Dolly, and ordered Marx, "Pull up to the hotel entrance."

Marx immediately drove the car to the front of the hotel, and before the car had come to a complete stop, Klaus yanked open the door and stepped out.

"Emily." Klaus was standing behind the two women, who were about to enter the hotel, when Emily and Dolly immediately turned around at the sound of Klaus’s voice.

"Klaus, how did you end up here?" Emily’s face was pale, her voice weak, and her haggard appearance distressed Klaus.

"Why sneak out while I’m not here?" Klaus glared at Dolly as he spoke, clearly reprimanding her for not taking better care of Emily.

"Because I..."

"Shut up." Klaus interrupted Emily as he snatched her directly from Dolly’s grasp, took her in his arms, and entered the hotel.

"Klaus, don’t do that." Emily whispered, "There are a lot of people here who will see us."

"Quiet." Klaus said, as he carried Emily into the VIP elevator.

He returned to their room, went straight to the bedroom, and then laid Emily’s body gently on the bed, bending down to remove her shoes, and then pulling the sheet over her with one hand.

"Klaus, I’m fine." Emily put her hand out from under the sheets, "Don’t always treat me like a child, okay?"

"Why sneak out while I’m not here?" Klaus removed his blazer and said reproachfully, "The doctor said you need to rest now and can’t go out."

"I don’t remember the doctor saying that to me." Emily murmured a question.

"Of course, you don’t remember. You’ve been in a coma since the doctor said it." Klaus had already torn off his tie and now felt he could breathe more easily. He had calmed down, but he still resented Emily for going out without permission.

"Why were you going out?" Klaus asked.

Emily sighed softly, "Because today is the day Catherly was executed. I wanted to see her die."

"So you saw her?"

Emily nodded, a mix of emotions rising in her eyes. After a short silence, Klaus said, "You get some rest here. I’ll call the hotel front desk and ask them to bring you some food."

Klaus gently closed the bedroom door, opened the liquor cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, but when he realized it was too early to drink, he put the bottle back in the cabinet.

He stepped out onto the veranda, lit a cigarette, and smoked vigorously. As the smell of tobacco filled his lungs, he began to wonder if he had treated Emily badly.

Well, he admitted he had overreacted a bit. After all, he had been holding his breath since leaving the Southern Palace, and he couldn’t help but soften his heart when he thought of his kitten’s sickly and pitiful appearance.

"Hey." Emily called softly to Klaus, catching him from behind with outstretched hands.

Klaus, a little stunned, immediately extinguished the cigarette in his hand. He gently fanned the smoke floating around him with his hand, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes full of concern. "Why don’t you lie down on the bed and rest?"

"I want to talk to you."

"Then sit down and talk." He sat down in a veranda chair, and then gently pulled Emily towards him, seating her on his lap, facing him.

"What do you want to say, kitten?" Klaus stroked her long, soft hair, and he looked at her with pity in his eyes.

He had scarcely slept during the few days that Emily lay in a feverish stupor, and it was a great source of distress for him to see her in such agony. He would never have left Emily’s side had he not been summoned today by the King of the South.

Emily’s lips parted slightly, and she tried to say something, but stopped. The next second, she buried herself in Klaus’s arms, her voice trembling slightly.

"Klaus, although my mother’s murderer has been punished, I have broken the rules of Mother Luna, and I have caused my mother’s soul to not rest. Tell me, am I doing the right thing or the wrong thing?"

Klaus hugged her, his hand patting her back, "Of course you did the right thing."

"But my mother..." Emily looked up at Klaus with red eyes. "Mother Luna won’t accept her soul."

"Your mother’s soul will finally rest, and the moon god will receive her." Klaus comforted her softly, "You are doing all this for your mother, and Mother Luna will understand your painstaking efforts. Emily, you have done nothing wrong. It’s your father and your stepmother who have been abandoned by Mother Luna."

Emily took a deep breath and said slowly, "I thought I would be happy when I saw Katherine sitting in the electric chair slowly dying, but I wasn’t. Until the moment she actually died, my heart told me that it was all over."

Klaus gently wiped away her tears, "Stop thinking about those unhappy things, it’s all over, my love."

Emily shook her head, "My father told me a secret about my mother, and he made me feel like my life was a joke."

"What’s the secret?"

Emily didn’t answer, she leaned on Klaus’s shoulder, "I’m tired."

"Let me carry you back to your room and let you sleep, okay?"

"Klaus, I want to leave the South. I don’t want to come back."

"Well, we’ll leave tomorrow and never come back."

"Please let me sleep in your arms for a while," Emily pleaded.

"You can sleep as long as you want." Klaus held Emily until she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning, Klaus received an urgent call from Marx, who informed him that the airport would not allow their plane to take off.

"Who gave the order?" Klaus asked angrily.

"Obviously, it was the King of the South who ordered us not to leave the South."

"Damn, what the hell does that old man want to do?"

"Maybe you should talk to him," Marx suggested.

"I see." Klaus hung up, and as he turned, he saw Emily standing behind him, already awake.

"Is something wrong?" Emily asked.