Chapter 669

The thug flinched as the leader lost his temper, fear flickering in his eyes.

"Boss, I'll kill that damn animal right now. How dare it scratch up your face like that? That mutt clearly has a death wish."

Hearing that, Megan's eyes widened in panic.

"No! Please, no!"

"I'm begging you! Don't hurt it. It didn't mean to! It was just passing by. I'm sorry, okay? I'll apologize for it."

The moment they said they were going to kill the kitten, real fear gripped Megan.

She had just given it a little food.

Why was this cat so dumb, running straight into danger like that?

Aurora's chest ached watching Megan beg so desperately.

Where was the Quinn family?

How could it be this late and still no one had come to find her?

Didn't they even think to check?

Something about this didn't sit right with Aurora.

By now, the family should’ve been out searching, especially since Megan was their only child.

There's no way her parents wouldn't be worried sick.

And if something really did happen, those drivers wouldn't be able to escape blame either.

While Aurora was lost in thought, Megan suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"No!!"

The cry jolted Aurora to her core.

She whipped her head around and saw the orange kitten tossed through the air like a rag doll.

One of the thugs had kicked it viciously.

A moment later, its little head drooped, and the kitten moved no more.

The thug cheered, grinning, "That's what you get for scratching us. Dumb thing actually came back a second time. Talk about asking for it."

"An animal's still an animal. No sense of its place."

Aurora’s bright eyes welled with fury. The sight pierced straight into her chest.

Outside, the world buzzed with summer warmth and noise, completely unaware of the cruelty taking place inside.

But inside, it was a scene of devastation.

Megan lay on the ground, clothes disheveled, not far from the lifeless body of the kitten.

The very kitten that had died trying to protect her.

And yet, those three thugs showed not a shred of remorse.

They were laughing–louder, bolder, more twisted by the second.

At this point, they couldn’t even be called human.

If they were capable of something like this, what else wouldn’t they do?

If that kick had landed on Megan instead of the cat, would she have survived?

Face down on the ground, Megan's eyes were soaked with tears.

She crawled, inch by inch, toward the kitten, whispering desperately, “No… please… don’t die, okay?”

If she had known it would turn out like this, she would’ve never fed it in the first place.

Even if it had stayed hungry, at least it would’ve just suffered a little.

At least it wouldn’t have died in this dark, filthy alley.

If only it had never met her…

Her heart ached so deeply.

Why was Little Mimi so foolish?

Just because she gave it a bite to eat, it thought it had to repay her?

In the end, animals really did understand kindness better than some people.

That thought made Megan slowly turn her head, burning each of the thugs' faces into her memory.

The ringleader had been grumbling, annoyed by the bad luck of a dead cat.

But as he spat on the ground and glanced down, he froze.

Megan’s gaze met his squarely, and it sent a chill down his spine.

He’d been in this game for years, but he had never seen eyes so sharp and full of hate.