After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 56

"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."

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, Grace, 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 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 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 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, Grace, you just keep coming back, letting your son bully mine, as if you enjoy watching me suffer!"

"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."

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."