NovelEnglishChapter 46 Chapter 46 "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 tookby surprise. His deep brown eyes met mine for a brief second, and I saw that he was okay-physically, at least.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut what struckmost 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." His words were so 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 seep in. But then, as if realizing she was losing ground, her rage doubled, and she turned her gaze to me, eyes blazing.
"You!" she shrieked, pointing an accusatory finger in my direction. "You're doing this on 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 you." The crowd around us had begun to gather, curious parents and children alike edging closer to witness the unfolding . I could feel their eyes on me, on Sienna, on Cyrus. I could see the way sof 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 I could hear the soft murmurs from the onlookers, beginning to Chapter 46 side with her simply because of the visible pain she carried.
Sienna's voice grew louder as she ranted, her anger 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 enjoy watchingsuffer!" I clenched my jaw, biting back the 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 done.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Sienna," I said, forcing my voice to remain calm, "I didn't bring my children here to cause any trouble. We chere to 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 you stepped in. You pushed Cyrus." The murmurs in the crowd quieted for a moment as people began to listen more intently. I could feel the tension shift, the eyes that had been full of sympathy for Sienna starting to reconsider the situation.
"You don't get it!" Sienna shot back, her voice rising to a near scream. "You always try to twist things around. I know what I saw. You're just trying to makelook 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 life falls apart!" I took a deep breath, steadying myself. This wasn't about me. It wasn't even about Sienna. It was about the truth.
"No one's trying to make you look bad, Sienna," I said, my tone firm but measured. "You stepped into a children's disagreement, and you escalated it. The kids were fine until you got involved." Chapter 46
The crowd was whispering again, but this time, the tone had shifted. I could see the understanding starting to dawn in their faces. They were beginning to realize that Sienna wasn't the victim she made herself out to be. Still, her scar and the way she spoke about her ruined career continued to pull at their sympathy. I knew I had to tread carefully. Just then, a small voice cut through the murmuring crowd, clear and strong. "Asher always steals other people's toys!"
The crowd parted slightly, revealing a little girl, no older than eight. She stood there with her arms crossed, glaring in Asher's direction. "He takes mine all the time," she continued, her voice full of indignation. "And his mom always yells at us when we say something." Chapter 47
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