FreeNovelChapter 670 Everyone at the Wildlife Foundation despised such cruelty.
Aurelia was slightly stunned, sensing something sinister about the situation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Keep security on him. I'll be right there, Aurelia said with urgency.
While driving to the Wildlife Foundation, Aurelia got a call from William. “Mommy, are you at the office?" “No, sweetheart, I'm heading to the Wildlife Foundation. What's up?” Aurelia replied, her voice softening.
"| just stumbled upon a video that spooked me, so | wanted to call you." “What video?" "I'l text it to you" William sent her a clip via WhatsApp. It was a "confession" from someone who abused animals.
The man's face was half-blurred by a digital mosaic, his arm marked with a skull tattoo.
“I've killed fifteen cats, twenty-five dogs, nineteen rabbits. | love to skin them alive—they don't die instantly. They howl, twitch, and roll in agony, and then | pour boiling water over them... I'm a monster, and | don't regret what I've done to those animals, but I'm scared of death and hell. | thought donating money could cleanse my sins..." Aurelia shuddered with disgust and quickly opened up a news website. The video had gone viral, and comments flooded with curses. The netizens had cursed the animal abuser as fiercely as hell.
Her instincts told her that he was the guy who had made a donation to the Foundation and was causing a fuss to get his money back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter she arrived at the Wildlife Foundation and walked into the conference room, Aurelia heard a man shouting, "If you don't giveback my money today, nobody is leaving this room." Aurelia spotted the tattoo on the man’s arm almost immediately. It was him.
She strode forward, video playing on her phone. “It is you in the video, right? Trying to salvage your reputation through charity donations only to ask for a refund later?" The man looked at the video, eyes wide as saucers. “Who posted this? Nope... it isn't me. It has nothing to do with me" Aurelia's gaze was icy as she stared him down. “How can you not have nightmares after taking so many innocent lives? You look like a man haunted by the souls you've wronged." The man went pale, feeling as if he'd indeed been cursed. Because he didn't remember making any donations.
“Do you think you can scareinto giving up on the refund? | don't believe in such nonsense. | wouldn't donate a dto these damn animals. Cats and dogs don't deserve to live in the city. They should all be wiped out." As he ranted angrily, a voice whispered in his ear, "You're a sinner who has abused animals, and you have your hands stained with the blood of countless lives. You must atone for your sins..." Then a chorus of animal cries flooded over him, making his hair stand on end. He began to panic. “Who's talking? Who's there?" “No one's talking except for you,” Aurelia said calmly.
The manager and the security guards clenched their fists, itching to give this monster a taste of his own medicine.
Not everyone repents or reforms. Sact out of impulse, while others are born demons. Evil is embedded deep in their genes and even passed to the next generations.
The man covered his ears, his ugly face twisting grotesquely. "Shut up! All of you shut up! I'l kill you all!" Aurelia seriously doubted his mental health.
"Sir, according to the law, donations made to charitable organizations are non-refundable." The man stomped his feet in a frenzy, veins throbbing on his forehead. "I didn't want to donate. | didn’t want to donate! I'd never donate to animals in my life. | don't even know how | got here. It must be those damn animal Spirits trying to curseinto losing money. I'll find an exorcist to scatter their souls to the winds."
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