Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 2

**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 2: F*ck Off Next Time I See You**

The moment the word “trash” escaped Helen’s lips, it shattered the serene smile that had adorned Lydia’s face, twisting it into a grotesque semblance of a grimace. The sweetness that usually radiated from her melted away, leaving behind a hardened expression that resembled a snail retreating into its shell.

Helen’s eyes glinted with an icy disdain that cut deeper than any verbal assault could. It was as if she had stripped away all the hard-earned victories Lydia had clung to, reducing them to mere scraps of worthless refuse in her gaze.

“Oh, and just one more thing,” Helen remarked, her tone dripping with condescension. She let her eyes glide dismissively over the opulent foyer, the golden accents shimmering in the light, before fixing her gaze back on Lydia, a derisive chuckle escaping her lips. “That precious Morgan title you cling to… and that fiancé you worked so hard to snare…”

A cruel smile curled on her lips, sharp and menacing. “Hold on to them tight, Lydia. Make sure you never let them go.”

Lydia’s complexion drained of color, a furious storm brewing behind her eyes as her features twisted into a mask of rage.

In a flash, she lashed out at Helen, an instinctive slap fueled by indignation, but her movement halted abruptly as she caught sight of a shadow lurking in the doorway.

In that instant, all her fury evaporated. She stumbled back, like a startled doe caught in the headlights, collapsing onto the floor with a soft thud. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she stammered, “Helen, I… I just wanted to apologize. Please don’t hate Mom and Dad… H-How could you…?”

“Helen!”

The sound of her name echoed in the room, drawing the attention of Sienna, who rushed over, her heart pounding with maternal instinct. “After everything we’ve done for you, how dare you lay a hand on Lydia?!” Her voice erupted with outrage, a protective lioness defending her cub.

Helen observed Sienna enveloping her daughter in a gentle embrace, her face a mask of concern. A flicker of irony danced in Helen’s eyes.

Months ago, such a scene might have shattered her, leading her to doubt herself and strive harder for their approval. But that need, that yearning for acceptance, had long since withered away.

“Just in time,” she murmured, reaching into her canvas duffel bag. With deliberate slowness, she withdrew a small red velvet jewelry box, the fabric rich and deep like a bloodstain.

With a dull thud, she let it drop at Sienna’s feet. The lid sprang open, and a gaudy pearl necklace tumbled out, clattering against the marble floor.

“Return to sender,” Helen declared, her tone devoid of warmth.

It was the very necklace Sienna had casually gifted her for her 18th birthday, a token of affection that had never felt genuine.

Even back then, young Helen had sensed the gift was chosen without any real thought for her. Yet, she had cherished it like a priceless heirloom, a symbol of hope.

But now? Now it was nothing more than a burden.

Sienna stared down at the pearls, bewildered, her mind racing as she struggled to recall when she had ever purchased such a trinket or given it to Helen.

But the act of throwing her gift back at her feet was a blatant slap in the face, a challenge to her authority.

“What are you doing, Helen? You lived my daughter’s life for 20 years! What right do you have to act like this?”

“I was an infant. I had no say in it. The real question is, how does a mother not recognize her own child?” Helen’s laughter was a short, cold sound, devoid of humor. “Maybe you should consider scheduling a full checkup, Sienna. I bet you wouldn’t want that kind of blindness running in the family, would you?”

Sienna’s expression darkened, her voice sharpening into a furious scream. “You vicious little—! So this is your true self! You were pretending this whole time! Now that we don’t need you, you throw off the act!”

“You ungrateful wretch! You belong back in the countryside! Living a low life is what suits you best! Don’t you ever dare come crawling back to this family!”

Helen’s gaze turned frigid, a slow, dangerous smile creeping across her crimson lips, sharp with mockery.

The intensity of her expression made Sienna falter, a shiver of fear racing down her spine as she instinctively took a step back.

“Who would want to?” Helen’s voice dripped with contempt, a poisonous undertone that sent chills through the air.

“What do you mean by that?!” Sienna shrieked, incredulous, her fury bubbling over.

“What I mean is… the Morgans you’re so proud of mean nothing to me.” Helen’s smile widened, a chilling beauty that sent shivers down Sienna’s spine. “Let me put it simply: You’re a fucking idiot, Sienna.”

Sienna’s righteous anger almost pushed her to the brink of hysteria, her usually composed features flushed with rage. She pointed accusingly at Helen, ready to unleash a torrent of words, when Lydia, trembling and tearful, grasped her arm. “Helen, please… just blame me. Hit me, yell at me—anything. I don’t care… But you can’t treat Mom and Dad this way.”

“I grew up without parents. And now… I just found them. Please, don’t make Mom sick with anger… That hurts me.”

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