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Chapter 9 Scales of Justice\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t present for the court hearing, having entrusted everything to my lawyer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dad sat in the defendant\u2019s seat, his hair slicked back to perfection, still trying to defend himself with his warped \u201cBalance Scale Theory.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYour Honor, everything I did was to maintain family harmony and fairness!\u201d he declared. \u201cA family is a unit. Members should support and compensate for one another. It\u2019s a traditional virtue! I was just using my own way to teach my daughter to become a responsible person!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lawyer stood and presented the deep-red ledger to the judge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Ravenscroft, according to the record in this ledger spanning over a decade, every single compensation burden was borne solely by my client, your daughter Sylvie. Why is that? When your son Barnaby broke a vase, why did six-year-old Sylvie have to pay for it with her allowance? When your son failed an exam, why was Sylvie required to score ten points higher on her next test to make up for it?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso, when your daughter won a national-level scholarship, why didn\u2019t you didn\u2019t reward her? Instead, you blamed her for \u2018breaking the family\u2019s balance\u2019 and punished her by demanding she use the scholarship money and her hard-earned wages from night shifts to compensate for son\u2019s so-called \u2018unemployment losses\u2019 and \u2019emotional drain\u201d?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
your adult\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lawyer\u2019s voice wasn\u2019t loud, but every word hit, striking a chord in everyone in the courtroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face grew paler, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He began to babble incoherently, \u201cThis was\u2026 this was to build her sense of responsibility! It was for her own good! A person can\u2019t achieve excellence without trials and discipline.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFor her own good?\u201d My lawyer let out a cold, derisive snort.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen your son needed thirty-three grand for assault damages, you tried to force her into a business marriage with a man fifteen years her senior. And when your son\u2019s leg was broken, you asked her \u2018how to balance the scales\u2019, hinting she should compensate with her own organs. Were these all for her own good?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The courtroom erupted in murmurs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every gaze in the room turned toward Dad in the defendant\u2019s chair, their eyes sharp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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