My Adopted Daughter’s Mukbang Chapter 2 part 1

 (MADM 2.1)

“Gyaaahhh!”

The moment the Orphanage door opened, the atmosphere changed instantly. The first thing that hit him was the sound of the lively children's laughter.

There were loud crashes and bangs. Children, full of uncontainable energy, ran around the daycare like little kittens, darting back and forth in their uniforms.

"Kids! I told you not to run in front of sister!!"

In the chaos of chasing the wildly running children, the exhausted nun in white veil—who had been sprinting across the room—locked eyes with Bada.

"Oh my, hello. I don’t believe we’ve met before. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Ahaha, hello. Well, how should I put this...

With a kind and compassionate smile, the teacher greeted Bada.

Bada had followed the address written on the note left by the man who looked like his older brother. He stood there awkwardly, unsure where to begin explaining. Just as he hesitated, the teacher gently spoke.

"Please, come in first. It sounds like there’s a lot to talk about, so feel free to take your time."

"Ah... Yes, thank you."

For some reason, Bada felt like he had suddenly become a father, coming to pick up his child from daycare. Feeling slightly flustered, he followed the teacher into a quiet consultation room.

Outside the window, the playground was filled with children wearing bright smiles as they played various games together.

Orphanages usually don’t have the best reputation, but the children at True Love Orphanage looked as ordinary and happy as any others, not like those who had lost everything.

“Please, speak slowly. Any story is fine.”

“Well, actually, it’s not a very common story.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been working here for over five years, and I’ve rarely heard any common stories.”

“Well then…”

Maybe it was the nun’s calm demeanor—or maybe I just needed someone to confide in.

Starting from my mother’s death when I was young, to receiving my brother’s obituary and the bizarre will that brought me here, I told her everything—every unnecessary detail.

The nun listened without much change in expression, but at one point, she did look visibly surprised.

“Excuse me. Did you just say, Lee Cho-ah?”

“Yes, that’s what was written in the will. Here.”

The nun looked over the document, visibly stunned. She asked me to wait a moment, then left. About five minutes later, she returned—not alone.

She held the hand of a very small girl, who looked to be around five years old.

“This child is Cho-ah. Lee Cho-ah.”

“Hello, Mister.”

“…What?”

The little girl bowed politely and greeted me as soon as our eyes met.

She was Lee Cho-ah.

This child—even shared my surname.

“Cho-ah came to our orphanage at the age of two, three years ago. Her father left her here, saying he’d come back for her, but he never did. His name was… Lee Sani.”

“So this child, then… is my brother’s…”

“Yes. She’s your brother’s daughter. She would be your niece, Mr. Lee Bada.”

A daughter left behind by the brother I had only ever seen as a nemesis.

The only family I had left in the world—when I thought I had none.

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