Chapter 182 - Ren's Tears

Mischa couldn't say anything when Karl arrived at the penthouse with John and politely asked for Fae's personal belongings. After all, Ren was the Crown Prince of Moravia, and Fae already admitted that she was married to Ren. Mischa had no reason to keep Fae's stuff.

So, if Ren sent someone to take his wife's belongings, Mischa was forced to comply.

"I need to know if Fae is all right," said Mischa after Karl took Fae's bags and cellphone from Mischa's hand. "The last time I saw her, she passed out at the royal gala. Is she sick?"

"Mr. Rhionen, don't worry. Madame Hanenberg is not well right now, and her husband is taking care of her with the best team of doctors. You already have Prince Renald's phone number and mine, right? Madame is with her family. I will ask her to call you once she recovers," said Karl respectfully. "I can guarantee that. If within a week, Madame still has not contacted you, please call me."

Karl remained respectful and polite towards Mischa because he had to maintain his attitude in front of the RMI boss so that Mischa would not be suspicious of him. After all, his position at the RMI earned Mischa the respect of even King Gustav himself.

"Well, I believe you ..." said Mischa finally. "I'll be waiting for Fae to call me."

"Thank you for understanding. Then, excuse me." Karl turned and exited the penthouse door and disappeared behind the elevator door.

After closing the door, Mischa immediately went into his study and opened his computer. Immediately, on the screen was a map of Moravia and a fast-moving red dot.

He was tracking Karl and where he was going. Fae's bag which he had handed over to Karl, had been installed with a tracking device and tapping device.

Mischa did not need to force Karl to tell him where Fae was because he had bugged the man and soon, he would be able to find Karl's location easily.

Fifteen minutes later, Mischa found that his tracking red dot had stopped at a building downtown.

Golden Almstad Tower was the tallest building in Almstad today. Mischa immediately sought information on who owned the building and who were the residents of the apartments there. Before long, he had all the information he needed.

Ahh ... as it turned out, Renald Hanenberg owned a penthouse on the highest floor of the building. Mischa read the information he received.

There was no mistaking it, Fae must have been brought there. 

"Ah ..." Before Mischa was about to investigate further, the red dot on his computer disappeared. "Shit!"

Apparently, someone found the tracker and disabled it immediately. The bug was also destroyed.

Mischa massaged his forehead.

He must not underestimate Prince Renald's security system. Okay. If necessary, he would go alone to the building to meet Ren and talk to Fae.

***

Ren placed Fae's handbag on the kitchen table and told Karl to open it to make sure there were no trackers or bugs installed by Mischa.

"I found a tracker on the bottom part of the bag," said Karl, holding up a small black object the size of rice.

"Throw away the bag then. Fae still has plenty of bags at home. She doesn't need them." Ren then flipped through Fae's cellphone and examined its contents. "The phone's safe. Mischa didn't put anything in it."

After reading all the messages and e-mails on Fae's cellphone and making sure nothing was serious, Ren then handed it over to Karl for disposal. "Delete the contents and discard the phone."

Ren didn't want his wife to have an item gifted to her from another man. He would buy Fae a new, better cell phone.

Ren then looked at his watch and sighed. It's only been 15 hours. Fae would only wake up in 5 hours.

He took a wine bottle and glass then poured the wine half a glass.

"Have you found Amelia?" asked Ren while sipping his wine. He had finished nearly half the bottle while waiting for Karl to come home from Mischa's place.

Karl nodded. "Lady Amelia is spending New Year's holidays at her parents' country house in Provence. They just left this afternoon. I'll pick her up here or to your house in France whenever you ask."

Ren looked lost. "Don't bring them here ... I don't want Fae to see them first. I'll wait for her to get better before I see Amelia. I'm afraid Fae will be stressed or hysterical if she saw Amelia."

"Alright then." Karl nodded. "Anything else?"

"I'll take care of Fae here. If anyone calls me, you just tell them I'm sick."

Ren hadn't turned on his cellphone yet. Most likely, his grandparents had tried to contact him since yesterday but were unsuccessful. He didn't feel like talking to anyone. That's why he told Karl to clean up his communications.

"Okay." Karl sighed as he watched Ren pour the wine back into his glass. He took the bottle from the man's hand and the glass. "That's enough, Sir. You better stop drinking and go to sleep. You don't want to smell of alcohol in front of your wife."

Ren who was about to protest finally fell silent. He nodded weakly and walked into the large bathroom in the main room. He washed up quickly then brushed his teeth and changed into clean clothes, trying to get the smell of alcohol off his body.

When he saw the mirror, the man was stunned. He barely recognized his face, which looked very pale and almost as if he had lost blood. Under his eyes were dark circles, and his expression was very sad.

If Fae saw his face like this, the girl would probably be frightened and became more stressed…

Ren washed his face again and tried to smile, but his smile was bland, and his eyes were too red from tears. He didn't know how many tears had flowed down from his eyes since last night.

He had never felt this sad in his life, not even when his mother died when he was only ten years old.

He never knew his father, and the man's death left a huge empty hole in his heart. He was even more hurt when he realized the fact that his mother died because of her grief. She never recovered from Ren's father's death. The woman died of a broken heart.

Ren remembered his mother always saying that Ren was very similar to his biological father. They had the same handsome faces, the same honey-colored eyes, and they were both geniuses.

Every time his mother saw her son, she would think of Ren's late father, and it would tear open the wounds in her heart bigger and bigger. Until finally, one day, her grief was too deep and it brought her to death.

Princess Hannah died from taking too much medicine to deal with her sadness. She left her son alone in the world, as the illegitimate grandson of a Moravian king who was not recognized by the family.

Her death devastated little Ren and he didn't want to talk for a couple of years. He kept his grief for himself for two years by refusing to speak to anyone.

Ren never thought there was grief worse than losing his parents ...

As it turned out, the grief of losing a child ... couldn't be compared to anything.

Ren could not love his wife ... but he loved his children very much.

It wasn't that he didn't want them .. He just didn't want to involve them in his revenge. That was why he was so adamant in the beginning about not wanting to have children.

When he heard from Fae's lips that she was pregnant, Ren's heart broke. 

He no longer had the desire to continue his revenge that he and his uncle had planned for over a dozen years. How could he hurt his children and involve them in his revenge?

Sadly, he couldn't just stop their plan. He and his uncle had worked hard and sacrificed so much time, energy, even blood, and tears to get this far.

Actually, last week, after he left Fae at Mischa's place, Ren was feeling troubled.

He spent ten days thinking about what to do. Finally, he decided he wanted to cancel everything and take Fae away with their child ... forgot all this and disappeared.

But before he managed to do it ... Amelia had killed his children.

Ren was sobbing again in the bathroom.