Chapter 181 - Mischa Talked To Ren

Ren woke up when the sun was already high. He felt like his head had been hit by a giant sledgehammer which made him feel great pain. But more than anything else, his chest ached even more with the deep feelings of guilt and grief.

The room where he and Fae were lying next to each other, looked lonely and cold. Not a single doctor or nurse was visible.

They must also need some rest, Ren thought.

When he looked to the side, he saw Fae lying on the medical bed, still unconscious with various medical equipment around her body.

Ren wanted to climb into the same bed and hug her, but he knew the patient was still recovering and he could only hold her hand. Tears rolled back down his cheeks as he looked at Fae's flat stomach.

There should be their children there, but because of his stupidity and immense grudge ... he had to lose them.

Unable to hold it anymore, Ren sat on the edge of the bed, holding Fae's left hand with both hands and buried his face on it.

The man sobbed silently. He didn't want to disturb his sleeping wife who was recovering after the surgery to save her life.

It didn't take long for their three hands and his shirt to be wet with tears.

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"Sir, you better eat first and wash up. I will look after her for you," said a young, sympathetic nurse. She had seen how Ren did not want to go away from Fae's side since dawn. She took pity on the man and offered to replace Ren to watch over his wife. "According to the doctor's estimate, she will wake up tomorrow morning. You can sleep here again at night and wake up with your lady."

Ren was about to argue, but the nurse's sincere concern made him feel bad about being grumpy and complaining. He realized that the medical personnel around him only wanted to do their job as well as possible.

Especially now that it was actually New Year. It was a big holiday where they should rest or spend time with their families but instead, they were here to help him.

Finally, he got up and went out of the room. When he arrived at the doorway, Ren turned his head back and looked at Fae, who was still lying unconscious. He felt so reluctant to leave her even for a moment.

When Ren walked into the dining room, he saw Karl waiting for him with a concerned face.

"How is her condition?" asked Karl in a worried voice.

"She's still unconscious. The doctor gave her enough anesthesia so that her body can recover before she wakes up. She will probably wake up tomorrow morning," Ren replied. His voice sounded very tired.

"Oh ... thank goodness," said Karl. His voice turned to relief. "I didn't know Lady Amelia would do something that crazy ..."

Ren frowned when he heard Karl mention Amelia's name. His anger, which was overcome by feelings of sadness and anxiety, suddenly spilled over to the surface.

"I want YOU TO FIND AMELIA! ASAP!" said Ren in a voice tinged with anger. "After Fae wakes up, I am going to deal with that wench!"

Karl sighed. "I guess she just panicked and couldn't control herself. Lady Amelia is not that kind of woman. Haven't you known her for a long time ...? Please, I'm not going to defend her, but at that time, she must have snapped and unable to control herself. If you saw her when you are also in a bad mental state ... you will do things that you will later regret."

SLAM!

Ren suddenly hit the dining table with his fist until the wooden table cracked. His face was flushed red with anger.

"I am not asking for your opinion, Uncle." 

Karl was shocked when he saw Ren hit the table. He could imagine it must hurt so much to hit the thick hard wooden table, but Ren didn't even flinch. As if his pain receptors didn't work at all.

His mental state must be so bad that his nerves couldn't even recognize the pain. Karl could only swallow hard.

"Very well. I'll find Lady Amelia and bring her here," he said finally.

"When Fae recovers, I'll take her to France. You can take Amelia there. I'll settle this with her."

Karl frowned in surprise. "Why do you want to go to France? We're so close already. Mischa already suspected that Fae is Vega. Even at the gala yesterday, London Schneider came too ... All you need to do now is just bring Fae to the king and queen of Moravia and introduce her as your wife."

Ren didn't answer Karl's words. His eyes looked so sad. He didn't even notice Karl was there anymore.

RING

RING

Karl took out his cell phone to see who was calling him on holiday like this.

"Hello." He accepted the call from an unknown number and greeted the person on the other end.

"Is this Prince Renald Hanenberg's assistant? This is Mischa Rhionen. I need to speak to your employer." Mischa's firm voice could be heard on the other end.

He had managed to get Ren's personal contact, but all day when he tried to call that number, Ren didn't pick up his calls at all. His phone then became inactive.

Mischa quickly got in contact with Amelia, Ren's secretary, and Karl, his assistant, but only Karl picked up the phone.

"Mischa Rhionen?" asked Karl repeating Mischa's name while glancing at Ren. He wanted Ren to listen and make a decision about whether he should talk to Mischa or not. "What do you need from Prince Renald?"

He then turned on the speaker on his cellphone.

"Fae Muller is my assistant and she's been missing since last night from the royal gala. I still have her bag and cellphone with me. She hasn't come home yet. I think she's with Prince Renald."

Ren turned to Karl and snatched the cell phone from his hand.

"This is Renald Hanenberg. Fae is my wife and she is with me. I will send someone to take her personal things from you," he said.

"Where's Fae now?" asked Mischa politely. After all, he knew the man he was talking to was the crown prince of the Moravian kingdom.

"He's with me. Right now, she is unwell. Later after she recovers, I'll tell her that you called."

"But ..."

"Are you accusing me of lying?" Ren's voice sounded menacing.

"No. I just need to know that Fae is fine because I care about her. She is my assistant," said Mischa again.

"On behalf of my wife, I am tendering her resignation. Thank you." 

Without waiting for Mischa to answer, Ren immediately hung up and handed the cellphone back to Karl.

"Get Fae's personal belongings from Mischa Rhionen's place," he said in a cold voice.

Karl had no choice but to nod.