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."

face twitched with disbelief as the truth of what had happened started to seep in. But then, as if realizing she was losing ground, her rage doubled, and she turned her gaze to me, eyes

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...

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 her cheek-a reminder of the accident that had changed everything for her. Sympathy was starting to swell in the crowd, and

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her simply because of the visible pain she

spilling out uncontrollably. "Look at me! My face is ruined, my career destroyed! I used to have everything-a successful life, people admired me. And now, now I have nothing! And you, Doris, you just keep coming back, letting your son bully mine, as if you

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

let the kids play, like everyone else. The conflict started when your son Asher grabbed Cyrus's toy. That's it. There was no bullying. The children were sorting it out themselves, but then

listen more intently. I could feel the tension shift, the eyes that had been full of

make me look bad in front of everyone, like you always do. You think you're so perfect, don't you, Doris? Standing there all calm and collected while my

breath, steadying myself. This wasn't about me.