Chapter 13 — The Mother Who Stole Her Dream

My mother reached out to grab the phone. Ha Minh Triet immediately stopped.

“Miss Dinh, don't touch the evidence.”

Manh Tinh cried and said:

“She said it was just an additional procedure.”

"Saying Khuong Le did not understand the situation, her family did not agree so she had to stop her daughter."

“She also said she would give me three thousand yuan after finishing the work.”

Duong Duong immediately looked at her.

“You received it?”

Manh Tinh bowed her head.

“One thousand has been transferred in advance.”

Miss Lam closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, her voice was cold and emotionless.

“Manh Tinh, follow me to the office.”

“The Academy will initiate a disciplinary process.”

Manh Tinh immediately panicked.

“Miss, I just help deliver documents.”

“I didn't know it would be so serious.”

I looked at her.

“Don't know?”

“This morning I asked the group if the main dancer changed, would the costume size have to be changed?”

Her face was pale. I continue:

“You know I will be replaced.”

“I also know I want to be in my position.”

Manh Tinh's tears stopped falling. Finally she had nothing left to say. My mother still wants to cause trouble. But Ha Minh Triet captured and saved the entire chat history and transfer photos. Ms. Lam also informed the security room. My younger brother stood in place and suddenly said in a low voice:

“Sister, I really didn't know my mother was looking for someone from outside.”

I looked at it.

"I didn't know my mother was looking for Manh Tinh."

“But I know mom wants you to lose your chance to join the dance troupe.”

It opened its mouth. This time there was no objection. At that moment, Duong Duong's phone rang. She lowered her head to look, her expression immediately changed.

“Khuong Le.”

She handed me the screen. The school's confession page just posted an anonymous post. The photo is my back being weighed in the medical room. Accompanying text: The main dancer of the Dance Academy is suspected of intentionally fasting to play a pitiful role, colluding with outsiders to force his biological mother to pay. The first comment had only one sentence: How dare the City Dance Troupe accept such an ungrateful girl?

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The new post has been up for less than ten minutes but the comments have already reached several pages. Someone recognized me. Someone noticed my mother crying in the lobby. Someone also dug up the photo of white rice in the restaurant. But this time, the explanation below the photo has changed. Some people say I intentionally tell stories about suffering. Some people said I used my biological mother to attract attention, hoping to join the dance troupe. Some people say it's normal for dancing students to starve and pretend to be poor is not good. Duong Duong's hands shook with anger.

“They certainly did!”

Manh Tinh immediately shook his head.

“Not me.”

I looked at my mother. Her eyes wavered, but she quickly puffed her chest out.

“What about people on the internet saying a few words?”

"You dare to do it and are still afraid of what people will say?"

Miss Lam spoke seriously.

"Miss Dinh, please pay attention to your words and actions."

My mother definitely disregarded everything.

“Am I wrong?”

“Now doesn't he want to send his biological mother to prison to get money to take dancing lessons?”

“How about letting everyone decide?”

Ha Minh Triet looked at her with a calm voice.

“If the post contains acts of revealing private information, fabricating information, and leading to cyber violence, I will handle it all at once.”

My mother's face changed.

“Don't scare me.”

Ha Minh Triet did not argue. He just asked Manh Tinh:

“She sent the photo here Medical room for whom?

Manh Tinh raised his head.

“I didn't send it.”

Duong Duong flipped through the comments and suddenly stopped.

“The shooting angle is not correct.”

She zoomed in on the screen.

“The photo was taken from the corner of the hallway.”

“The person just standing there is not Manh Tinh.”

Everyone's eyes were on my younger brother. Its expression immediately changed.

“I only took one picture.”

“I didn't post.”

My mother immediately shouted at him.

“Shut up!”

That scream clearly stated the answer. My younger brother panicked.

“Mom told me to take a picture.”

“Mom said to keep it as evidence, in case she denies it later.”

The hallway was chillingly silent. Ms. Lam immediately notified the security room to check the camera. The dean also called the academy's communications teacher, asking the platform to immediately remove the anonymous post and save the account information. I stood in place, looking at the words on the screen. If it were before, I would be scared. Afraid that others will say you are unfilial. I'm afraid the teacher will think I'm annoying. I'm afraid that the City Dance Troupe won't accept me because of all this chaos. But right now, I just feel ridiculous. They took my money. Block my way. Forged my waiver documents. Finally, he wanted me to kneel down and admit my mistake. Based on what? I picked up my phone and, for the first time, used my real name to reply to the post. I am Khuong Le. I have never voluntarily given up the preliminary round of the City Dance Troupe. For a long time, my living expenses were not enough to cover the expenses. I have bank statements and trust documents as proof. Related acts of fabrication, disclosure of personal information and falsification of documents have been assigned to the school and lawyers to handle. Please stop spreading unverified information. After posting, I turned off the screen.