Broken Wrist

He had some questions that he needed to ask and only one person could provide the answers to them.

And that person was Damon.

When Klaus arrived at Damon's chambers, the latter was about to leave when he heard Klaus's angry voice.

"Where do you think you are going to?" Klaus asked Damon angrily.

"Where do you think I'm going to?" Damon didn't give fret about Klaus causing a tantrum as he continued walking, paying a deaf ear to what Klaus was saying.

"Did you do that?" Klaus asked referring to Diana.

"Do what?"

"Do you want to kill her the same way you killed mom?" Klaus yelled.

Fortunately, Damon didn't have any servants working for him so his chamber was void of any soul except himself and Klaus.

Klaus'words were like a knife that just stabbed him from the back.

He stopped in his movement and Klaus took the opportunity to stand right in front of him waiting for his response.

"Nicklaus, I'd advise you to call the physician. You need some brain check-up." Damon spoke firmly as he tight