Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 134

Aaron didn’t like to think about that day. He hadn’t even told Yellow what happened, despite his friend’s questions. But since Marguerite was asking, he would tell her.

“I saw him torturing a cat to death.”

He explained that he had forgotten his phone in the classroom that day. After his first part-time job ended around nine at night, he had run back to school to get it. As he was leaving, he heard the faint, agonized cries of a cat coming from a dark corner of the campus. When he went to investigate, he saw a figure viciously kicking a small animal. He immediately switched on his phone’s flashlight and saw a cat lying in a pool of blood, already dead, its tongue hanging out. Blinded by rage, he didn't even see who it was before he shoved his phone in his pocket and landed two solid punches. Only then did he realize it was the principal. But he didn’t regret it.

Westside High had a lot of stray cats, and Aaron would sometimes buy food and leave it where they usually gathered. He never got close, though, because he was severely allergic to cats. One touch of cat fur, and he would struggle to breathe. He’d almost died from it once as a child.

But he still loved cats, because Marguerite loved them.

Before he was born, Marguerite had a Devon Rex cat that she adored. It was because of that cat that the family discovered his allergy. They couldn't have a cat in the house with him there. So, Marguerite bought a small apartment just for the cat, visiting every day to feed it. She would shower and change her clothes the moment she got home. But not long after their parents died, the cat passed away from a heart condition. Because of him, she never got another one. But whenever she saw the strays that lived near the villa, she would always feed them.

Seeing a cat always made him think of Marguerite. And seeing someone abuse a cat made him want to kill them.

The principal’s face tightened, and he immediately denied it. “That’s nonsense! You’re just making things up! I’m a respected principal. My life and career are perfectly stable. Why would I ever abuse a cat?”

He continued, “The truth is, I ran into you that night and told you to focus on your studies instead of skipping evening classes. You couldn't handle being disciplined, so you attacked me!”

Without any proof, he knew he could deny it. He’d told this version of the story to everyone, and they had all believed him. After all, Aaron was just a delinquent who loved to fight.

The principal’s sister chimed in, “My brother has always been a kind man. You’re slandering him! Besides, so what if he killed a cat? It’s just an animal!”

Marguerite’s beautiful face was now a mask of ice. She stared at the woman. “Shut your mouth.”

“This is how you spoil a child,” the woman sneered. “Keep indulging him like this, and you’ll be crying outside his prison cell when he becomes a murderer! A delinquent like him is useless to society anyway!”

Marguerite was itching to let her hands fly. “Who says someone with bad grades is useless to society?” The world wasn’t that black and white.

Theobald saw the anger in Marguerite’s eyes. “Maggie, don’t waste your breath on them. The police are here.”

The principal’s eyes widened at the mention of the police. “The police? Why are they here? It’s not a crime to kill a cat, is it?”

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