Amelia Came To The Penthouse

Ren knew that he was the one who was guilty of all the suffering Vega had been through, since six years ago, even today.

He could say that his hatred for her family was instilled and nurtured by his uncle, Karl for a dozen years, but wasn't he a grown man who could make choices and have his own will?

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, listening to Vega's voice, hoarse from crying on the other end of the line.

"It's not your fault," he said again. "I promise to find the person responsible and punish him for you ..."

Vega tried to calm her feelings and pull herself together. She didn't want to add to the burden on Ren's mind. Right now, Ren must be taking care of many things and his mind was certainly very busy.

Even on an ordinary day, Vega knew how hard her husband was thinking. She cleared her throat and made her voice sound cheerful.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I called you just to ask how you are doing."