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A Daughter's Court

In the modern mystery A Daughter's Court, a mother becomes the target of national outrage after her daughter denounces her during a viral livestream. The girl shares messages showing her mother's cold refusals to provide money for basic necessities like food and hygiene. As the public labels her heartless, a famous influencer intervenes to demand answers. In response, the mother challenges her critic to live with them for a week to discover the dark reality hidden behind the girl's tears.
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Chapter 1

After I refused for the eighth time to give my daughter a monthly allowance of $80, she went live online to denounce me.

During the broadcast, she shared screenshots of our messages, showing how she had repeatedly and desperately asked me for money after the new school term began.

"Mom, I just got my period. I do not have money to buy sanitary pads. Could you send me this month's allowance?"

I replied calmly, "No."

"Mom, I have not eaten in three days. I am really hungry."

I responded with sarcasm. "What does that have to do with me?"

The screen quickly filled with comments calling me suffocatingly cruel and heartless.

Looking straight into the camera, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Mom, I am not asking for much. I only need $80 a month for living expenses.

"Do you really have to push me to death before you feel satisfied?"

Within a short time, I became the target of widespread online abuse.

A well-known education influencer reached out to me. "It is only $80. It is not something you cannot afford. Why are you treating your own daughter so harshly?"

I looked at her calmly. "Try livestreaming seven days of life with me and my daughter.

"If you can do that, you'll understand."

"Are you out of your mind? Do you have any clue what it means for an average person to stream their personal life for the whole world to see?"

As predicted, she was incredulous.

I just smiled and nodded.

She stared at me, then shook her head fiercely. "You're clueless! Every glance, every word you utter will be blown out of proportion by the online crowd. You'll be on the verge of a breakdown, or worse..."

I curled my lips into a half-smile, finishing her thought. "Worse, you might not make it. Might even end up taking your own life!"

She asked again, her confusion clear, "What's your endgame here? All this for a measly monthly stipend of eighty dollars? Is it really worth it?"

Online fame was a double-edged sword. She was a top influencer and remained cautious about taking risks. I knew I had to up the ante.

I leaned in, locking eyes with her. "Before you hit it big as a blogger, you were a senior editor at a paper that's since shut down, remember? You spent six months in a rural village to craft the truest story about kids left behind by migrant parents.

"Do you recall what's at the heart of a great news story?

"True depth comes from going deeper."

As I spoke, I saw the doubt creep into her eyes.

I went for the jugular. "You've been peddling 'Mind Soup' to millions for two years, but don't those sleepless nights tell you something? You know those catchy quotes are hollow! I'm offering you a story with grit and substance!

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!"

Her hesitation crumbled to dust.

A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value.

Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform.

Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.'

My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

I knew those seven days would be a nightmare, but I was out of options.

As the live stream kicked off, cameras were rigged up next to both Evelyn and me. The instant they zoomed in, we became the center of attention for millions online.

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