Never Too Late to Make Someone Pay のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 16

When the news broke that Winona's account had been banned, her followers were still arguing in the comments.Some people pitied Winona, while some said she had only been lied to by Lena. Some even said that it was because of the trauma she'd suffered as a child that led her to frame me.I couldn't believe the comments. There were always people willing to find an excuse for someone else's cruelty because admitting they'd backed the wrong side was hard. So instead of apologizing, they'd rather say, "She has a hard life."But what about the people she pushed into the abyss? Did they have it easy?A week later, Winona had someone send me a letter in a thin envelope, with her messy handwriting all over it.She said she'd grown up hearing about some monster of a teacher who had ruined Lena's life, how Lena had pulled herself out of that mess, and how the Fuller family owed them both.And that was why Winona hated me, Westbrook High, and Sue.Winona had thought that as long as she stoo

Sunlight fell on the kids as they ran around, loud and full of life. They didn't need cameras following them around, and they didn't need to put on some image for anyone.It hit me then.I'd spent all these years hating Lena, the people who stayed silent, and the ones who stood by and judged without even knowing the truth. But destroying any of them was never what I wanted most.I wanted to keep what Dad believed in alive and finish what he'd started.He'd always believed school should be a good place, where teachers looked out for their students. Even when the truth took years to come out, he still believed someone had to wait for it.He died believing in all of that. I was still here. I wanted to prove he was right.…Six months later, the school redid its history museum. An old display board had been sitting in the corner. It read, "Professional conduct matters. Everyone should learn from past mistakes."There was no name underneath, but every veteran teacher knew exactly wh

When the orientation ended, a young girl with ponytails and bright eyes came over to me."Sir, that teacher you were just talking about… Was it Mr. Fuller from the school museum?"I nodded.She thought about it and said, "I want to be a teacher like him."I paused for a moment. Then, I smiled. "Alright, remember this. Being like him isn't just about being kind. You have to be brave and clear-headed. When everyone else is out for blood, you have to be brave enough to ask for proof."The girl nodded solemnly. "I will." Then, she rejoined the rest of her classmates.I stood there and stared after her. I suddenly felt that what Dad left behind had never died. It had just been buried under the dust for all these years.Now, the dust had been cleared away, and people could see the light again.…I went to my parents' graves after that. This time, there was no rain, and the sky was blue. I brought flowers and a new photo showing students standing reverently in front of Dad's displa