Chapter 45 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

Chapter 45 (2) - The Mysterious Art Museum

The next day, in Paju

Around 11 AM, following Secretary Kim's unexpected call to Paju, I stand there, dumbfounded, as if in a dream.

'Is this a dream?'

No, it can't be.

This has to be a dream.

I pinch my cheek with my right hand. Ouch? It hurts?

Secretary Kim, with documents tucked under her arm, says, "The land area is 580m, and the building area is 109.9m. This building was purchased by the madam for reconstruction into a villa 6 years ago. The overall interior construction was completed two years ago, but the garden side has not been touched yet."

Before me stands a country house.

It's not as grand as Chairman Yu's house, but it's a two-story house with a garden. With shaking hands, I barely manage to ask.

"You're really giving me this house?"

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"..........................."

Even if it's not Seoul but Paju, a house like this would cost at least five hundred million won. Five hundred million won for a painting? This is too much.

"Can I, really, accept this?"

Honestly, I thought I should refuse.

But already envisioning a future living here with my mother and brother, I can't bring myself to reject the offer.

Secretary Kim hands me the documents she was holding.

"The moment you sign here, this house becomes yours."

"..........................."

The marble floor, the island table my mother wished for.

And there, next to the kitchen, behind a small door, the appliances.

Tears well up in my eyes.

'It's a dryer.'

A drum washer and an integrated dryer.

The fulfillment of my mom's wish, who still used a top-loading washing machine and air-dried clothes in the sun. I had promised to buy her one when I started earning money and could afford to bring home beef. Now, theres no need to buy it.

In the middle of the living room, in front of triangle-shaped tables of various sizes, sat Secretary Kim on a comfortable-looking sofa, smiling and gesturing for me to sit beside her.

Please, take a seat. Wouldnt it be better to sign quickly?

As if waking from a daze, I rushed to the sofa.

Yes! I'll do it right away!

Mom!

Brother!

Our struggles are over. Let's live together.

We can finally shed that burdensome label of being welfare recipients. It's time to live a dignified life.

I will make it happen.

I will do my best to maintain this life.

Just trust me.

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