After Dressing up as a Fake Daughter and Real Mother

When I woke up, I was in a novel about real and fake daughters. It was not the real daughter, nor the fake daughter, but the fake daughter who maliciously changed the story. Her mother looked at the soft and waxy real daughter who had not yet turned black. I decided to love her well while pursuing my career, and strangled her blackening in the cradle. Later, The real daughter's mother came over, but the real daughter didn't want to go back with her. Her mother slapped a bank card over and said, "This is 10 million, come back with me!" I was happy, spending money, right? I'm not afraid. I also flipped over a bank card, "This is 50 million, let her choose!"