His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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"You ill-mannered brat!" Sienna spat, glaring down at Cyrus as if he were a pest. "You think you can treat my son this way? You're just like your mother-rude and disgusting."

Without thinking, I rushed forward, kneeling beside Cyrus, my hands trembling as

I checked him over. He wasn't crying, though. My little boy, smart beyond his years, had already sat up, brushing the dirt off his clothes with a calmness that took me by surprise. His deep brown eyes met mine for a brief second, and I saw that he was okay-physically, at least.

But what struck me most was how he faced Sienna. Cyrus, just a little boy, looked up at this furious woman towering over him and spoke with a quiet strength.

"I didn't bully anyone," he said, his voice clear but steady. "Asher tried to take my toy. I didn't even touch him. Then you pushed me."

matter-of-fact, so composed, that for a moment, even Sienna looked caught off guard. Her face twitched with disbelief as the truth of what had happened started to

purpose, aren't you? You bring your brat here, and you let him bully my son just to humiliate me! You've always been out to get me, Doris, ever since... since everything! You stand there like you're innocent, but I see through

children alike edging closer to witness the unfolding drama. I could feel their eyes on me, on Sienna, on Cyrus. I could see the way some of them were starting to glance at Sienna's scar, the deep jagged line that cut across

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her simply because of the visible

at me! My face is ruined, my career destroyed! I used to have everything-a successful life, people admired me. And now, now

frustration that threatened to spill out. I knew if I let myself react in anger, it would only feed into Sienna's narrative. She had a way of twisting things, turning herself into the victim in every situation. But I couldn't allow that today. This wasn't about her scars or her past-it was about what had just happened. About what she had

else. The conflict started when your son

began to listen more intently. I could feel

rising to a near scream. "You always try to twist things around. I know what I saw. You're just trying to make me look bad in front of everyone, like you always do.

deep breath, steadying myself. This wasn't about me. It wasn't even