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

A few parents nodded in agreement, and I heard someone mutter, "That's true. My son's had problems with Asher too." Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, he never plays fair."

And A Little girl stood forward 'I have always been bullied by Asher and his mom blames other kid's...

Sienna's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her fury now mixed with panic. I could see her struggling to maintain control, but the tide was shifting too quickly. The crowd that had once murmured with sympathy was now turning against her, whispering and exchanging knowing glances.

"No!" Sienna snapped, her voice cracking. "You don't understand! They're all ganging up on me. You're all jealous because-because you don't know what it's like to lose everything! You don't know what it's like to live with this!" She pointed dramatically to her scar, her voice trembling with desperation now. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

But the crowd wasn't convinced anymore. I could see it in the way they looked at her, the way they whispered to each other, shaking their heads. One of the mothers stepped forward, her expression firm. "Sienna, no one's jealous of you. We all feel for what you've been through, but that doesn't excuse what just happened. You can't push other people's children and then act like the victim."

Another voice chimed in from the back. "She's right. This isn't about your face or your past. It's about your behavior."

Sienna's face contorted with fury, but it was clear she had lost the crowd. The sympathy that had initially swayed toward her had evaporated, replaced with irritation and judgment. She opened her mouth to speak again, but nothing came qut. She was out of words. I watched as she grabbed Asher's hand and yanked him toward the park's exit, muttering under her breath. "Come on, Asher. We don't need these people."

As they disappeared down the path, the tension in the air slowly began to lift. The crowd that had gathered started to disperse, parents returning to their children, some casting sympathetic glances my way. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the confrontation ended.

I knelt down beside Cyrus, brushing the hair out of his face and smiling gently at him. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

He nodded, his face still calm and thoughtful. "I'm fine, Mom. But Asher wasn't

very nice."

"No, he wasn't," I agreed, pulling him into a hug. "But sometimes, people are angry about things that have nothing to do with us, and they take it out on whoever's closest."

Cyrus thought for a moment, his brow furrowed. "Is that what Sienna was doing?"

I smiled softly, stroking his hair. "Yes, love," I said quietly. "That's exactly what she was doing."

I picked up Cyrus, holding him close as I tried to steady myself. My heart was still racing from the confrontation with Sienna, but I knew it was time to leave. The situation had escalated far more than I'd anticipated, and it was clear that Sienna wasn't in a state to be reasoned with. The whispers of the other parents still lingered in the air, but I didn't pay them any mind. I just needed to get out of there.

"Come on, love," I whispered to Cyrus, brushing his hair back from his forehead. "Let's go."

Cyrus nodded, his small arms wrapping around my neck as I turned and began to make my way toward the park's exit. My mind was spinning, replaying the heated exchange with Sienna, the venom in her words still fresh in my ears. But I couldn't let that distract me now. I needed to focus on getting us out of here without

further incident.

As we reached the stairs that led down from the playground to the parking lot, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and there she was-Sienna, her face twisted in fury, following me like a predator waiting for its moment to strike. Her eyes were locked on me, and for a brief second, I could see the desperation in them. She wasn't finished with me. Not yet. "Doris!" she yelled, her voice grating and filled with malice. "You can't just walk away! You think you can get the last word? You think you're better than me?"

I quickened my pace, hoping she'd give up and let it go, but Sienna wasn't about to stop. Her footsteps quickened, matching mine, and I could feel her closing the distance between us. My grip on Cyrus tightened as I approached the stairs, my mind racing, thinking of how to avoid whatever confrontation Sienna was hell-bent on creating.

But just as I reached the top of the stairs, a figure stepped into Sienna's path, blocking her from coming any closer. Issca.

A few parents nodded in agreement, and I heard someone mutter, "That's true. My son's had problems with Asher too." Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, he never plays fair."

And A Little girl stood forward 'I have always been bullied by Asher and his mom

blames other kid's...

Sienna's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her fury now mixed with panic. I could see her struggling to maintain control, but the tide was shifting too quickly. The crowd that had once murmured with sympathy was now turning against her, whispering and exchanging knowing glances.

"No!" Sienna snapped, her voice cracking. "You don't understand! They're all ganging up on me. You're all jealous because-because you don't know what it's like to lose everything! You don't know what it's like to live with this!" She pointed dramatically to her scar, her voice trembling with desperation now. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

But the crowd wasn't convinced anymore. I could see it in the way they looked at

each other, shaking their heads. One of the her, the way they whispered to mothers stepped forward, her expression firm. "Sienna, no one's jealous of you. We all feel for what you've been through, but that doesn't excuse what just happened. You can't push other people's children and then act like the victim." Another voice chimed in from the back. "She's right. This isn't about your face or your past. It's about your behavior."

Sienna's face contorted with fury, but it was clear she had lost the crowd. The sympathy that had initially swayed toward her had evaporated, replaced with irritation and judgment. She opened her mouth to speak again, but nothing came qut. She was out of words. Chapter 47

I watched as she grabbed Asher's hand and yanked him toward the park's exit, muttering under her breath. "Come on, Asher. We don't need these people."

As they disappeared down the path, the tension in the air slowly began to lift. The crowd that had gathered started to disperse, parents returning to their children, some casting sympathetic glances my way. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the confrontation ended. I knelt down beside Cyrus, brushing the hair out of his face and smiling gently at him. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

He nodded, his face still calm and thoughtful. "I'm fine, Mom. But Asher wasn't very nice."

"No, he wasn't," I agreed, pulling him into a hug. "But sometimes, people are angry about things that have nothing to do with us, and they take it out on whoever's

closest."

Cyrus thought for a moment, his brow furrowed. "Is that what Sienna was doing?"

I smiled softly, stroking his hair. "Yes, love," I said quietly. "That's exactly what she was doing."

I picked up Cyrus, holding him close as I tried to steady myself. My heart was still racing from the confrontation with Sienna, but I knew it was time to leave. The situation had escalated far more than I'd anticipated, and it was clear that Sienna wasn't in a state to be iconed with. The whispers of the other parents still

lingered in the air, but I didn't pay them any mind. I just needed to get out of there.

"Come on, love," I whispered to Cyrus, brushing his hair back from his forehead. "Let's go."

Cyrus nodded, his small arms wrapping around my neck as I turned and began to make my way toward the park's exit. My mind was spinning, replaying the heated exchalls

with Sienna, the venom in her words still fresh in my ears. But I couldn't let that distract me now. I needed to focus on getting us out of here without

further incident.

As we reached the stairs that led down from the playground to the parking lot, I suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and there she was-Sienna, her face twisted in fury, following me like a predator waiting for its moment to strike. Her eyes were locked on me, and for a brief second, I could see the desperation in them. She wasn't finished with me. Not yet.

"Doris!" she yelled, her voice grating and filled with malice. "You can't just walk away! You think you can get the last word? You think you're better than me?"

I quickened my pace, hoping she'd give up and let it go, but Sienna wasn't about to stop. Her footsteps quickened, matching mine, and I could feel her closing the distance between us. My grip on Cyrus tightened as I approached the stairs, my mind racing, thinking of how to avoid whatever confrontation Sienna was hell-bent on creating.

But just as I reached the top of the stairs, a figure stepped into Sienna's path, blocking her from coming any closer. Issca.