Mom gave me a call, saying, "I heard from your professor that you've applied to study abroad. Where did you get the money for that?

"Be honest with me. Did you win a high-value coupon or something?"

"Absolutely not!" I immediately denied it.

But Mom refused to let it go. "Stop lying. The platform just posted the winner's username. Doraemon is you, isn't it? Even the profile photo is exactly the same.

"I was wondering where you got the money. Now I know you've won a prize. Give me the coupon now."

Mom's voice was as commanding as ever, and it felt suffocating.

"I won the prize myself. Why should I give it to you?"

"I see how it is. You think you can just do whatever you want now, Susan? Do you really think I can't control you just because you're at college?

"Just you wait. If you don't hand me the coupon, I…"

I didn't want to hear anything else from Mom and ended the call.

Soon, I received news from my professor.

Thanks to my excellent academic performance, he decided to ask his supervisor to speed up the approval process. Everything could be finalized by next week. By then, I would finally be able to leave this place and get far away.

Over the next few days, I was cooped up in the dorm, feeling stressed out. During that time, Mom kept bombarding me with messages and even showed up on campus.

My roommate hurried over to inform me. "Bad news, Susan! I don't know how your mom found out you're going to study abroad. She's at the administration office, making a scene.

"She's telling everyone that you're mentally ill and shouldn't have been approved to go abroad."

My heart sank, and I hurried over to the office.

When Mom saw me, her distorted expression twisted. She darted over and grabbed my hand. "There you are. I've checked your balance. You've got a million dollars in your account. Give it to me."

I understood immediately. This was just another one of Mom's tricks to lure me here.

"That's my money. Why should I give it to you?" I shook her hand off.

Mom pretended to collapse to the ground and started to throw a tantrum, calling me an ungrateful brat. Even though I had plenty of money, I refused to give her anything, and she even accused me of being heartless.

Between sobs, Mom said, "I don't actually want your money. I just want to keep it safe for you, but you don't trust me at all. I raised you, and this is how you treat me? I'm so heartbroken."

The students watching the scene eyed me with contempt. "How can anyone be like that? Now that she has money, she can't even trust her own mother? Anyone would think they were enemies."

"I can't believe I'm in the same college as her. Can the president just expel her?"

"Typical selfish behavior."

Hearing the students hurl insults at me, Mom only grew more smug. She seized my hand and yanked me down to her level, dropping her voice to a whisper.

"You heard what they said, right? Keep ten thousand dollars for yourself and give me the rest, or I'll report your behavior to the college president and get you expelled."

At that, I felt both sad and amused. "Alright. Go ahead."

As Mom froze in place, I continued, "It's fine. I'll do it myself."

I looked around. "If you don't know her yet, let me tell you who she is. The woman throwing a tantrum on the floor is the one who gave birth to me."

Hearing my words, the crowd erupted into chaos again.

"The woman who gave birth to her? Is that really how she talks about her own mom? Her mom raised her all her life, and this is how she treats her?"

"I feel so bad for her mom. If she were my mom, I'd never let her suffer like this."

The counselor looked at me sternly. "Susan, are you done yet? Even though your entrance scores were satisfactory, our school has a zero-tolerance policy for students with poor character. If you keep this up, you might get yourself expelled."

Everyone nearby looked at me grimly.

What made it even more ironic was that Mom had deliberately gotten the reporters involved to escalate the situation.

Did she really think I would hand over the money? Too bad. She got it all wrong.

I cleared my throat. "As for why I said that, it's because she's never once cared about me since I was born!"

"Huh? What does she mean by that?" The crowd started murmuring in shock.

Mom went deathly pale. "Brat, what are you talking about? How can you say I've never cared about you?"

Mom seized me, her shrill voice overpowering mine completely. "Ladies and gentlemen, don't be fooled by her words!

"What parent wouldn't love their own child? Susan's my daughter. I went through so much just to raise her.

"I love her more than anything, and I've never mistreated her. How could I not care about her?

"Susan, stop being mad at me, okay? I'm doing this for your own good," she begged me tearfully, almost winning the crowd over again.

"For my own good, huh?" I let out a chuckle. "When I was three months old, you abandoned me at Grandma's place and never came to see me.

"It wasn't until I was old enough to start primary school that you came back for me. Every day after school, I had to wash your clothes, gather firewood, and cook your meals.

"I had to wash clothes in the dead of winter. My hands were covered in blisters, yet you told me off for taking too long.

"You kicked me so hard in the back that the studs on your shoe cut into my flesh. I still carry those scars."

The crowd gasped at my revelation.

I was about to continue when Mom suddenly cut me off, "What are you talking about? You didn't know any better back then.

"I'm your mom. Why can't I discipline you? Can't I even parent my own child? Don't you think that's just unfair?"

"Fine. Then, how do you explain not giving me any money in college?" I looked at Mom questioningly.

She looked away, avoiding eye contact. "What do you mean I didn't give you any money? I give you 2,000 dollars a month, don't I?"

"2,000 dollars? That's quite a lot, isn't it? What more does she want?"

"That's right. Everyone gets roughly the same amount too. What is she complaining about? I really feel sorry for the mother. Her daughter's so ungrateful and only wants to leech off her."

"And I thought the daughter was the victim here."

Snide comments rang in my ears as my gaze swept across the crowd. "Has anyone ever met a mother who gives her child coupons as allowance? On top of that, the child doesn't even get a single cent."

"What? Coupons? Did I hear that right?"

Those who had been mocking me earlier froze in shock.

"Exactly. You heard me right. She's been giving me coupons through a shopping app."

"My mother…" I took a deep breath. "Ever since I started college, she hasn't given me a single cent. All my daily expenses are covered by the coupons she gives me. Her so-called 2,000-dollar allowance is really just coupons."