Another Chance For Love

It's Not A Point of Second Guessing

Myung was convinced that another woman influenced Ki's decision. Despite her desire to overlook the encounter with Lisa in England, her intuition implicated Lisa as the cause.

Myung met with the detective, and provided him with the narrative, Lisa's name, and her suspicions about Ki's relationship. "This must remain between us; report back to me with any information you uncover," Lisa instructed Detective Park, with explicit directness.

She handed him an envelope containing the first installment of his payment and then left.

Lisa was en route to her grandmother's house, eager to finally meet her. She sensed that the dynamics with her parents had shifted over the years. Perhaps she could be the mediator to uncover the truth behind her mother and father's strained relationship. Time was revealing its hand.

It was considerate of her to send a car; the limousine arrived at a beautiful gate. They were admitted with a buzz from the gatehouse. As they proceeded up the driveway, she could sense the estate's elegance with very tall trees lining the winding path. of the driveway/ The home history had been in the Sebong Hak family for generations known for importing fine silk.

The fact that her father's family was wealthy never affected her or her mother... it was one of the reasons Lisa's father chose love over money.

The car pulled up in front of the estate, and the driver emerged to open the door for Lisa. Three individuals stood at the entrance, anticipating her arrival. Greeting them with a smile, Lisa approached, offered a respectful bow, and greeted them warmly in a soft tone. Embracing her dual heritage, her father had ensured she knew her Korean identity and language well.

What appeared to be the head assistant directed Lisa to follow her inside. As Lisa entered the foyer of the home her deep breath was audible.

She was captivated by the aesthetics and craftsmanship displayed by the foyer. The staff carried her luggage up the grand staircase, which resembled the flowing coils of a musical score. She trailed the assistant to a room that was just as remarkable.

"Ma'am, please take a seat; the lady of the house will join you shortly."

She stood before a portrait, beautifully painted years ago, depicting her grandmother and grandfather. The backdrop featured a garden in full bloom, overlooking a brook that flowed beneath the bridge upon which they stood.

She could not take her eyes off the painting, the first glimpse of her ancestral inheritance.