Something Beautiful
Chapter - 50

"Why are we slowing down?"

Mingyu asked the captain's chariot driver when to drive him, and was now running his carriage very slowly towards Mingyu's house on Upper Book Street.

"I don't know, Your Grace. Looks like something happened in the church behind us."

Mingyu looked at the sun again, trying to estimate the time. It has been over a year he did not feel the pleasure of having a clock, even though he had at least six hours of gold that had not been so appreciated. He always took those things for granted. But after more than a year of living in misery, he felt he would not underestimate anything else.

The sights and sounds of London, which made him ecstatic when he entered the city an hour ago, began to disappear from his mind as he imagined the startled reactions that would occur to those he loved.

Her grandmother is still alive, only that Mingyu heard from the ship's captain, who said she had read in the paper a few months ago that she planned to stay in London during the debut season. Let's just hope the woman lives in her own house and not in my house, Mingyu thought, so that she could inform the woman first instead of going straight in to see her without any prior notice. Yugyeom, if he was in London, would have stayed at Mingyu's house on Upper Book Street, feeling it was his home.

More than once, Mingyu thought Yugyeom might not be happy to see her back and take back the title that is now pinned on her as well as all of her estate, but all of those possibilities are so terrifying just like the idea that Yugyeom was involved in her assassination plot. Mingyu did not want to believe the two, until he had solid evidence.

He did not want to believe it, but unfortunately he was not able to remove the suspicion from his mind, he was also unable to erase his memory of the sound of criminals on the dock the night he was knocked unconscious. They say, "The man paid us to kill him, Jamie, not send him to the ship..."

Mingyu dispelled those memories. It was very likely that the man was an angry husband because his woman preferred Mingyu, which made perfect sense to have Mingyu killed alone. There are many ways to find out who the real enemy is. But today, he wanted to enjoy how good it was to go home.

He thought of his imminent return to Upper Book Street, and wanted to do things immediately. Walk into the house, and greet Yoon, hugging her grandmother while wiping away the happy and relieved tears that she knew would be seen in the woman's eyes as well as in the eyes of her servant's head if she found out she was still alive. He would pat Yugyeom on the shoulder and thank him for trying to manage the Kim family fortune. No matter how badly Yugyeom manages Mingyu's complicated business dealings, Mingyu is convinced that's the way it is. He will still thank you.

After that, Mingyu wanted to take a bath and put on her own clothes, which were clean and warm. Then he wanted to meet Lisa.

Of all the things he would encounter later, the conversation with his Lisa was the only thing he was worried about. It was certain that the woman's innocent loyalty to him would make the woman grieve for a long period of time after hearing about her death. The last time he saw Lisa, she was so thin as a weed, now she may have been like a skull. Oh my God, how much she suffered from the life that woman lived since meeting her.

He knows Lisa may have changed during his departure, but hopefully not too much and drastic. Lisa must be more mature as a woman by now. Women who are mature enough to be given the responsibility of taking care of their husbands and children. He himself would bring the woman to London and introduce her to the nobility.

However, they will not stay in London for long. He had lost a year more in his life, but he had plenty of time to decide how he would spend the rest of his life. He now knows what is important and what is not, and he knows what he wants. What he might have wanted all along. He wants a meaningful life, and marriage in its true sense. Not just a pseudo-arrangement as lived by people in the scope of association. He wants to get more of the love Lisa is trying to give him, the love that makes him have the spirit of life. The love that kept him alive. In return, he wanted to pamper the woman to the fullest, and keep the woman near him, safe from the bad influences of the outside world.

Love is not immune to the outside world. Or is it worth trusting each other? Does a husband have to believe that his wife will not change and will remain faithful no matter where she is, or with whom? It seems that it is, Mingyu concluded. He doesn't know much about trusting others, and he knows much less about love. But Lisa is a reflection of both, and the woman has offered to teach her. Now he was ready to teach the woman.

He tried to imagine what Lisa looked like, but all he could remember was her laughing face, which was mostly dominated by a pair of large greenish hazel eyes. Her face is young and beautiful. Lisa's funny face.

She knew she would mourn for a year, and then six months later she learned the ways of noble life with her grandmother. The woman is only now set to present herself among the royals in the debut season later in the fall, assuming her grandmother executes Mingyu's final request to polish the girl.

But most likely, and it was quite frightening, thought Mingyu grimly, Lisa was so saddened and devastated that she returned to her rickety home in Morsham or was completely isolated from society... Or God, go crazy for all these events!

The train stopped before at Upper Book Street No. 3, the main house of Mingyu. Mingyu got out of the carriage, stopping briefly at the front steps to look up at the elegant three-story stone house with graceful trellises and arched windows. The house looked so familiar, yet also foreign.

He lifted the heavy and shiny door knocker and let him fall, straightened to see Yoon open the door and he would hug him with joy.

The door swung open. "Yes," asked an unknown face, narrowing his eyes at her through wire-handled glasses.

"Who are you?" mingyu asked in surprise.

"I also asked you the same thing, sir," the servant replied with great pride, looking around for Boo, who did not hear the door being knocked.

"I am Mingyu Kim," answered Mingyu ketus, knowing that he was wasting his time trying to convince this unknown servant that he was the head of the family in this original house, not Yugyeom. After passing by the servant, Mingyu entered the marble-floored passage.

"Call Yoon here to see me."

"Yoon is gone."

Mingyu frowned, hoping that Yoon or Ramsey would be here to help her sudden appearance before her grandmother. He quickly walked forward, looking into the large sitting room on the right side of the passageway and the smaller room on the left. The rooms were full of flowers but there was not a single person there. The lower floor of the house seemed to be filled with baskets of white roses and leaves.

"Yes, sir."

"The party will be my welcome home" Mingyu said with a chuckle, then he said in passing, "Where is your non?"

"In the church" the servant replied, narrowing his eyes at the tall, brown-skinned man.

"And your master?" mingyu asked, the one in question was Yugyeom.

"Also in church, of course."

"Pray for my spirit, for sure," Mingyu joked. Knowing that Yugyeom would definitely retain the services of Hong, Mingyu's personal servant, he asked, "Is Hong there?"

"There," the servant replied firmly, then he was stunned to see the unknown Kim family member climb up the stairs, giving a passing order over his shoulder as if he were the owner of this house. "Call Hong to see me as soon as possible. I'll be in the blue bedroom. Tell him I want to take a shower and shave right away. And change clothes. If I could get my own clothes, if there were any. Otherwise, I'll wear Yugyeom's clothes, or Hong's clothes, or anyone's clothes he can take."

Mingyu took a quick step through the master bedroom, the room Yugyeom must have been wearing, then opened the door to the blue bedroom for guests. The room was not very luxurious, but for now it felt like the most beautiful room he had ever seen. While taking off the oversized suit that the ship's captain had planted on him, he plucked himself into the chair and began to open his shirt.

He took off the shirt and threw it over the suit, and was taking off a pair of trouser buttons when Hong burst into the room like an angry penguin, his black coat tail fluttering behind him.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding in your name, sir..."

"Oh my God!"

The personal servant stopped at his place while gawking. "Oh my God, Your Grace.. Oh God!"

Mingyu grinned. This was more like the welcoming event he had imagined. "I'm sure we're all thanking God because I can come back, Hong. But, for now, I'd be very grateful if I could shower and change into clean clothes."

"Of course, Your Grace. Soon, Your Grace. And if I may say, I am very happy, very happy to see... OH GOD!" hong exclaimed, this time out of fear.

Mingyu, who had never seen his steadfast servant show nervousness in even the most difficult of circumstances, stared in surprise as his personal servant ran across the corridor, disappearing into the master bedroom, then ran out again while carrying one of Yugyeom's shirts and a pair of Mingyu riding pants, as well as boots.

"I found this," Hong said breathlessly. "Quick! You can't waste time" he said quickly. "To church!" he said unclear. "Wedding...."

"Wedding, so that's why everyone is in the church," Mingyu said, intending to throw away the trousers that Hong had proffered and insisting on taking a bath first. "Who will marry?"

"Mr Yugyeom," Hong replied with a pale face and a choking voice, thrusting the shirt and trying to forcefully insert Mingyu's hand into his sleeve.

Mingyu grinned, ignoring the shirt fluttering behind him like a flag. "Who will he marry?"

"Your wife."

For a moment, Mingyu was unable to digest the shocking news. He sadly imagines that Yugyeom will marry, meaning that the man has also signed the marriage agreement as the head of the Kim family and promised his fiancee and family, whom he now cannot keep.

"Bigamy!" exclaim Hong.

Mingyu's head lifted and looked around as the significance of the information he heard struck him.

"Go down the street and call anything that can move."

Mingyu's orders were short, grabbing the shirt and wearing it. "What time is the show and where?"

"Twenty minutes left at St.'s church. Paul."