It’s not illegal to kill a cat, after all, it’s just a cat…
These words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. It’s true that someone who can heartlessly harm a cat would never have a repentant heart.
Someone picked up a soda can and smashed it on Filippa’s head. Though the can hadn’t been opened, the weight of it hitting her forehead was definitely not light. Coupled with the protruding edges, it cut her skin as if with a knife, leaving a gash.
Filippa cried out in pain, her mind reeling, her vision alternating between black and white as she staggered and fell to the ground.
The person at the front immediately followed, punching and kicking Filippa.
“Are non-illegal lives to be trampled at your will, Filippa? You don’t deserve to be called a human being!”
Most people still had some sense of rationality and dared not inflict serious harm, but they spat at her bloodied face.
“Phew!”
It hurts so much… It feels like I’m dying.
“Do you know what pain is? When you trampled on the life of that cat yesterday, did you think about how much pain it was in? It cried so miserably, begging for mercy, but did you spare it? Did you pour gasoline on it and set it on fire, cut it with a knife, pull out its teeth with pliers… Did you think about how much pain it was in, Filippa, you malicious scum? You don’t deserve to be called a human being. People like you should go to hell and be a dead rat!”
Filippa held her head, enduring the pain. She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to know, why the blame was all being placed on her alone. Wasn’t it Elisa’s fault? Wasn’t the assistant at fault?
As far as she was concerned, Elisa was at fault from the beginning to the end! If Elisa had been willing to leave her a way out from the start, none of this would have happened today.
She truly loathed these people.
The residential security quickly discovered the commotion and rushed over, reprimanding them.
“People are coming, let’s go!” The group dispersed in an organized manner, heading in different directions.
“Miss, are you okay? Do you need help calling the police?” They offered words of concern, but no one reached out to help. After all, Filippa was too dirty and too smelly.
Filippa propped herself up, enduring the soreness as she slowly got up from the ground. She gasped for air, tears streaming down, the wounds on her face stinging, her face mask askew, revealing her bruised and swollen face.
The security guard recognized her instantly and his previously concerned expression was instantly replaced with disdain and contempt.
The hot search still hadn’t died down, and all the news platforms were filled with images of Filippa abusing the cat, even the morning and evening news had reported on it.
Who didn’t know Filippa now, who didn’t know about her cat abuse?
The security guard had initially intended to help her report to the police or call for an ambulance, but after seeing her face, he coldly said, “If you’re okay, just get up and leave. You won’t die from these injuries.”
Filippa instinctively gritted her teeth, realizing that some of her teeth felt loose, so she tightly pursed her lips.
She didn’t dare to look up, unsure whether she should go to the airport or go back to change her clothes.
She had to leave the country today; the sooner she left, the less danger she would be in. Who knows how many times she would have to endure such incidents today?
Filippa hesitated in place for a long time, but in the end, she went back to change her clothes before setting off. This time, she was much more cautious, and she didn’t encounter any suspicious individuals on her way out.
It wasn’t until she arrived at the airport, amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, that she thought she wouldn’t encounter the same danger as before.
Just as Filippa breathed a sigh of relief, a figure brushed past her and stopped in front of her.
Filippa immediately felt a sense of danger, an intuition that something was wrong. She instinctively covered her face, but it was already too late.
The person raised a beverage in their hand and splashed it toward her. She thought it was just an ordinary drink, but the water splashed on her skin, burning and corroding it.
“Ah!” Filippa cried out in pain, covering her face. It was sulfuric acid.
Where the sulfuric acid had splashed, her flesh rotted, and her hair fell out.
Some of it had splashed into her eyes, causing intense pain. Filippa writhed on the ground, thinking that being attacked and beaten was already excruciating, but now there was an even greater pain awaiting her.
Compared to being splashed with sulfuric acid, the superficial wounds from earlier were nothing.
The airport erupted into chaos. The man who had splashed the sulfuric acid was subdued by airport security. He was pinned to the ground, his face contorted, laughing maniacally, exhibiting signs of mental instability as he jeered at Filippa, “Die, die!”
Filippa was in too much pain to even think. She covered her face, feeling her flesh corroding, and her eyes burning so intensely that she couldn’t open them. The human cornea is fragile, and a splash of sulfuric acid would undoubtedly cause blindness.
In the end, Filippa was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, just as Lorelei had predicted, unable to set foot outside the country.
The man who had carried the sulfuric acid was also taken to the police station. It was later revealed that he suffered from severe mental illness and had escaped from a psychiatric hospital.
As a mentally ill perpetrator, he exploited legal loopholes and was ultimately sent to a mental institution, while Filippa received a certain amount of compensation.
The online hot searches rotated, but they always revolved around Filippa. Attacked and beaten in the morning, now she had been sent to the hospital with sulfuric acid.