With the advancements in medical technology, my foot was no longer a major issue. I had a chance to return to the stage.
Watching her threaten me with that fierce look, I calmly responded, "Go ahead, jump. I'll have an ambulance on standby."
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Her eyes widened at my even tone, and she repeated.
"I'm talking about jumping off a roof, not into dance lessons!"
I barely hid a smirk, weary of her foolishness.
"I heard you. Jump or dance, it's your call now."
"You're hooked on that gaming café, huh? Maybe your dad can hook you up with a PC at home."
"From here on out, do whatever you like. I'm stepping back."
"And about those parent-teacher meetings—you think I embarrass you, right? Let your dad handle them."
"I'm officially out of your business. Got an issue? Go ask your wonderful dad."
Shocked by my words, she asked again in disbelief, "Are you serious?"
I just nodded, confirming I wasn't messing around.
A grin spread across her face, too gleeful, too bright.
She pressed her advantage, seeing how far she could go.
"I'm done with dance classes. That old witch just nags and tattles."