Elijah tried to get close to him, even though the ''gentle'' Klaus seemed far away.

    Elijah stopped, and his eyes were only those of his brother, so deep and lost.

    No wonder so many women had been in this for so long. Elijah laughed inside, and Rebecca thought she was going to pout her lovely little mouth again.

    "Good evening, Elijah." Klaus turned to look at his brother, his expression unchanged. The man''s magnetic voice was slightly hoarse.

    "Klaus." Elijah approached him with surprising speed, the distance of a few fists, and then leaned against the window with him.

    The side of his face was very close, and the contours of his face were actually somewhat similar to those of someone else. However, if they weren''t put together, one would never realize that they were actually blood-related brothers.

    Noble Elijah, tyrannical Klaus.

    Klaus avoided his approach and elegantly turned to admire the street light. "I didn''t expect you to come uninvited."

    Elijah shrugged. His brother had always known the art of language.

    After a few seconds of silence, the two clearly weren''t used to chatting like this.

    "Follow me." Elijah said to his disobedient brother, "We need to go somewhere, there... There''s a surprise for you. "

    "I''m not going anywhere," Klaus flatly refused. He was the good and noble Elijah, "unless we find out who was plotting against me."

    "I''ve already found it for you." Elijah glanced back at him and motioned for Klaus to follow.

    Klaus slanted his eyebrows in surprise and looked at his brother Elijah. He never lied.

    Elijah took Klaus to the sacred secret place, where they met Beru and Sophie.

    Poirot saw the subtle complexity and distortion of Klaus''s expression.

    This scumbag, not speaking at all. In fact, it was quite comfortable to look at him and hope that Elijah would be in charge of foreign affairs.

    At first, she had thought of killing Klaus, but there was always something wonderful about fate. She had met Elijah first, and this gentle brother of hers had destroyed her thoughts and plans with his powerful family consciousness and family warmth.

    To take a step back, they had a child in common. This was what Bai Lu consoled herself with, for the sake of the baby.

    As long as Klaus didn''t try to steal the children from her, Beru decided that it would be best if they went their separate ways.

    It was clear that Klaus did not believe them at all.

    "No, impossible!"

    Elijah held him and stopped him from overdoing it. He looked like he was about to kill someone. But, Klaus, please accept that this is the truth. "

    Klaus, my brother, you have a child of your own, a new member of our family, a lovely newborn.

    "What''s in her belly is living evidence," Sophie reconsidered, as her sister had used her life to prove it. "You have to believe it."

    "Lies, you''re all lying," Klaus said angrily. He should have let them play with him.

    Sophie added coldly, "But you werewolves can, Klaus... Magic makes you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. Don''t forget that you are the ancestor of the mixed race, the first person of your race.

    Elijah didn''t say anything. Apparently he had already thought of it, too. It was possible — it was a miracle.

    Klaus'' expression changed, and White Dew felt a familiar smell rush over. The man leaned over her, one leg clamped around her waist and the other around her neck.

    Klaus laughed, his eyes cold, his fangs sharp, his other hand cold on her face, pressing down on her cheeks, slowly, tenderly.

    "This must be someone else''s seed. My little wolf girl, hurry up and admit it!" Klaus was angry, he thought.

    Elijah tried to stop it, but Klaus wouldn''t let go.

    White Dew had not wanted to speak, but now that Klaus looked like this, she was angry.