My Adopted Daughter’s Mukbang Chapter 3 part 1

 (MADM 3.1)

Buzz.

As Bada read the letters and numbers filling the A4 paper, his eyelids fluttered violently.

> ... Deposit, 120,000 won

... Deposit, 350,000 won

... Deposit, 1,200,000 won

... Deposit, 55,000 won

... Deposit, 5,500,000 won

From as little as 50,000 won to as much as several million won—money had been deposited into Cho-ah's account almost weekly.

There were multiple sources of these deposits. Some came from accounts under the name of his brother, Lee Sani, but the largest amounts were deposited under various company names.

> XX Service. XX Construction Company.

XX Distribution. XX Tech, etc.

Labor, construction sites, distributors, factories.

His brother had clearly worked himself to the bone, jumping from job to job. The dates lined up too neatly for it to be a coincidence.

He worked day and night, pouring nearly everything he earned into Cho-ah’s account. He left just enough for himself to survive—no, he even managed to save a few tens of thousands of won to add more.

The final entry in the bankbook read:

> ... Deposit, 102,300,000 won

The date was just two weeks before his brother died.

He had likely put every last bit into Cho-ah’s account, leaving aside only a small amount for hospital bills. Judging by the insurance deposit records, he’d also cashed in all of his savings.

The amount was far more than Bada had imagined.

> Total amount: 1,075,800,000 won

1 billion and 75.8 million won.

The older brother who abandoned him and disappeared had left all of this to his daughter—left it in Bada’s hands after death.

It was money earned through the sweat and blood of a man's entire life.

“Ugh...”

After reading the entire statement, Bada blinked in disbelief.

He’d suspected the 50,000 won initially stamped on the bankbook wasn’t all there was—but this was beyond imagination.

It had been thirteen years since his brother left home.

To save this kind of money, you would’ve had to work relentlessly, never sleep, never spend.

I muttered to myself without realizing it.

“That’s why he died of cancer at that age... you fool.”

It was as if I could hear his blunt voice in my head:

> “Isn't it worth living to this extent?

Please take good care of my daughter.”

I hated him more than ever. I hated him so much I could’ve screamed.

Is it all about money? Just dumping everything on me and calling it love?

If you were going to work yourself to death, couldn’t you have called me just once?

You said I was the only number saved on your damn phone...

My chest tightened with warmth and pain.

Countless thoughts shot through my head like bullets.

My face flushed red, and tears welled up in my eyes.

“Uncle, are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh—hey. It’s nothing. Really, Cho-ah.”

Cho-ah, who hadn’t spoken for a while, was looking up at Bada with concern.

Only then did Bada snap back to reality. Now’s not the time to lose it.

He wiped his eyes roughly with his sleeve and walked out of the bank.

He didn’t withdraw any money.

It was money his brother had left behind for him—and at the same time, for Cho-ah.

He was asking him to raise his daughter well with it.

He was saying he was truly sorry for leaving behind such a burden.

Now, Bada fully understood that those were his brother’s final words.

But even so, suddenly adopting such a young child wasn’t something one could decide on lightly—nor should it be.

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