My Bully Tries To Corrupt My Mother Yuna Direct

Now, he was trying something new. He was trying to take the only safe space I had left. My mother.

The first crack appeared on a Tuesday. Yuna invited him in for iced tea. I sat at the kitchen table, silent, as Derek spun his web. my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna

Yuna, ever gracious, wiped her hands on her apron and smiled. “Oh? Well, anyone can learn. It just takes patience.” Now, he was trying something new

Standing in the doorway, Kai offered a sympathetic hand to her shoulder. "It’s okay, Yuna. Some kids just lose their way. At least you have someone here who cares." The Counter-Move The first crack appeared on a Tuesday

The corruption deepened slowly, like root rot.

The silence stretched. A cricket sang. Then Yuna reached over and touched the scar on my ribs—the one I’d hidden even from her until now. Her fingers traced it like braille.

“Derek, you tried to poison my son. Now you’re trying to poison me. But I’m a gardener. I know the difference between growth and rot.” She picked up the pot and handed it back. “Take your pretty flower. And if you ever come near my family again, I’ll show you exactly how sharp a pruning shear can be.”