Honey, It's Not Your Fault
"Sir, we have landed," said the flight attendant politely. Ren, who never slept soundly without Vega by his side, opened his eyes and nodded. He said nothing, then took his jacket and got up from his chair to walk out of the plane.
John was waiting for him on the runway in his private car. His trusted driver looked worried, seeing Ren's murky face.
"Good morning, Sir. Are you well?" he asked attentively. Ren just gave him a tired look and didn't answer.
Knowing his place, John said no more. He opened the door for Ren and carried his bag into the trunk. It didn't take long before the car was driving down the highway towards Ren's private mansion.
"Amelia, I want to meet you," Ren took out his cell phone and called the girl. His voice was calm and completely devoid of anger.
Amelia, who received his call on the other end, clutched her cell phone tightly. Her chest was pounding hard. She knew that the crucial moment had finally arrived.