But those people didn't know whether the way Kelley stretched my legs was correct or not.

Since we both stuck to our arguments, I suggested checking the surveillance camera.

Kelley panicked and said, "Don't waste time. After all, time is precious."

Yes, the agency charged by the hour, but she had to give me an explanation.

I comforted some of my emotionally unstable classmates because some of their families simply didn't have that much money. I told them that I could teach them what they were learning now.

At first, they didn't believe it, but when I told them my name was Katrina Denard, they were surprised and then quickly nodded in agreement.

I looked at Kelley viciously and said, "We can watch the surveillance now."

Only people from the agency could enter the monitoring room, and Kelley also went in.

I was waiting for the result outside when I inadvertently caught a glimpse of Gaye. The scene of her slandering me on live broadcast in my previous life came to my mind.

I looked at her with disgust. She seemed to notice my gaze and swallowed, avoiding my gaze.

The way she was was completely different from that in my previous life when she calmly spread rumors about me during a live broadcast.

I didn't have much contact with Gaye. I only knew that she worked very hard and practiced day and night, but she did worse than me.

I thought she was also the one who spread the rumor in my previous life that I was a genius and could surpass them without any effort.

But on the contrary, I worked hard. I started learning to dance at the age of five. Not to delay my studies, I had to recite cultural courses while stretching my body.

Thinking about it, I hated Gaye even more.

The door opened with a creak, and when I saw Kelley's smug smile, I knew something was wrong.

As expected, the staff from the agency said, "You were in a blind spot of the surveillance, and some students blocked the view, so we couldn't see where Kelley stepped."

Hearing the explanation, I understood that they were all in the same group and there was no need for me to place my hopes on them.

With a cold snort, I picked up my bag and was about to leave, but then I heard Kelley's voice. "Some people rely on their talent and are arrogant. I wonder what will happen if something unexpected happens."

I rolled my eyes. From what she said, I was sure she would try to trip me up because she wanted her daughter to be the center of attention.

When I got home, my parents seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw the tears in my eyes, they checked me all over and then hugged me tightly.

"You have suffered a lot. But I'm still so proud of you," my mom said.

In my previous life, my parents sold their house and borrowed money from everywhere to treat my legs. Also, they had to endure my bad mood.

Overwhelmed by sadness in my previous life, I didn't even realize that they had gray hair and looked like they were in their sixties even though they were just in their forties.

In my previous life, they spent a lot of money to get me into one of the best dance institutions. But I didn't expect that this would cost the lives of my whole family.

I leaned on my mother's shoulder, tears welling up in my eyes and soaking my clothes. I knew that our family of three had been reborn.

After calming down, we sat in the living room. My mother said that in my previous life, after I died, they went to Kelley, but Kelley cried in the live broadcast and even captured my parents' faces. My father died of a heart attack because of the harassing messages those people sent on their mobile phones. My mother couldn't bear it when she was left alone, so she...

As she spoke, she leaned on my dad's shoulder and sobbed softly.

I coaxed my mother, "I'm sorry, mom. Don't worry, I will make them pay the price."

My mother told me to be careful. Kelley tried to break my leg on purpose, and it would happen again.

My father wanted me to change teachers, but I refused because I wanted to prevent Kelley from working in the education industry for the rest of her life.

I assured my mother that I had a plan in mind.

The next day, I went to the institution as usual. When I arrived at the dance studio, I saw Kelley and apologized to her. "Ms. Drucker, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have contradicted you yesterday. My parents have lectured me."

Kelley smiled in surprise, "It's good that you know you're wrong. I won't harm you."

I nodded repeatedly. "Ms. Drucker, to make amends, I will partner with Gaye today. After all, I dance well."

Kelley was so happy to see that I realized my mistake. She called Gaye over without even thinking about it and arranged for us to be partners.

Seeing Kelley's smug smile, I gave a sneer. I was not that kind.

I taught Gaye the basic skills diligently and responsibly. Kelley came over to have a check and then happily went to rest.

As Kelley was engrossed in looking at her phone, I took the opportunity to find fault with Gaye. I brainwashed her by telling her that although her legs were long, they were a little bent. It was obvious that she had not stretched them enough.

I made Gaye doubt herself, so she wanted to ask Kelley for help, but I stopped her.

I said, "Believe me. You are a good dancer, but you are weak in basic skills. Your legs are not straight, so you look ungraceful."

After my persuasion, Gaye agreed to stretch her legs.

I asked a few classmates to hold her down and press her legs like what Kelley did to my legs before.

Gaye hissed, and I told her that learning dance should not be afraid of pain.

I looked behind, only to see that Kelley was focused on her phone and not paying any attention to us, so I pressed harder.

Gaye couldn't help but scream out, which attracted Kelley's attention.

"What are you doing?" Kelley asked.

I turned around and said to her, "Ms. Drucker, I'm helping Gaye stretch her legs."

Kelley walked closer and saw the position where I pressed, realizing something was wrong. She was aware that I might be taking revenge on her.

She pushed me away, leaving me to fall to the ground. Kelley checked Gaye's leg and started scolding me after making sure there was no problem.

"Are you sick? You said it was wrong to press here. Why do you stretch her legs like this?" Kelley questioned.

On the ground, I was about to cry. I said, "Ms. Drucker, didn't you stretch my legs like this yesterday? You were so sure that I was wrong, so I used your method to stretch her legs."

Kelley got stuck.

Suddenly, the sound of a gift reward from a mobile phone came into the quiet dance studio.

I quickly stood up and picked up the phone, which had a live streaming on, on the lounge chair. Then I apologized. "Sorry, babies. There is an accident here, and I may not be able to teach you."

After saying that, I immediately ended the live broadcast. When Kelley rushed over, my phone had turned off.

In my previous life, she used the pressure of public opinion to force us into a desperate situation, so I would make her pay for what she had done.

They didn't know that the reason why the accident caused such a stir in my previous life was because I was a well-known blogger who recorded dance.

How should they respond when the blame was directed at them?

"Were you broadcasting live just now?" Kelley's voice sounded so ferocious.