Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 55

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**

**Chapter 55: My Patience Runs Thin**

Wendy stood at the precipice of her emotions, an internal storm brewing within her. It was as if a dam had broken, unleashing a torrent of frustration that she could no longer contain. With her heart pounding in her chest, she pivoted sharply, her determination igniting a spark of energy that propelled her forward.

“Helen!” she called out, her voice reverberating through the dimly lit corridor, the sound ricocheting off the cold, sterile walls. She pushed herself to run faster, her feet pounding against the floor, each step fueled by a mix of anger and desperation.

Yet, Helen—tall, poised, and seemingly unfazed—continued her stride, gliding away with an air of nonchalance that only stoked Wendy’s fury.

Gritting her teeth, Wendy felt the heat of indignation rising within her, a fiery resolve igniting her spirit. She summoned every ounce of strength, darting ahead of her sister and thrusting her arm out to block her path.

“Helen, how on earth do you even know Professor Langford?!” she demanded, her voice trembling with a blend of rage and suspicion. “Why do you have the freedom to waltz into the institute whenever you please? Just who do you think you are?!”

Finally, Helen came to a halt, her silhouette framed against the sharp glow of the moonlight filtering through the corridor. The illumination cast an almost ethereal quality to her features, making her appear even more formidable, as though she were carved from the very shadows that enveloped them.

With an imperceptible lift of her chin, she regarded Wendy with those cool, crystalline eyes that seemed to hold no warmth. Yet, when her gaze landed on Wendy, a flicker of something unsettling passed between them, tightening Wendy’s chest, as if an invisible weight had settled there.

Wendy instinctively placed a hand over her heart, struggling to draw in a breath, but she refused to succumb to the vulnerability that threatened to overwhelm her. She squared her shoulders, raising her chin defiantly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. “If you know Professor Langford, why didn’t you mention it this morning? You know how crucial my thesis is to me. You—”

“Wendy.”

Helen’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade, cold and unyielding. “Your matters are of no concern to me.”

The message was painfully clear: her life, her struggles, her aspirations—none of it mattered to Helen.

Wendy’s throat tightened, a lump forming as she fought back the tears threatening to spill. “But we’re family!”

Even as those words left her lips, a sense of reluctance crept into her tone, as if she were pleading for validation that felt increasingly out of reach.

Helen raised her lashes, her expression sharp and unwavering, like a predator sizing up its prey. “Twenty years is ample time to develop affection for a pet. As long as you can keep our parents entertained, I have no issue with them keeping a little toy like you around.”

Wendy felt her heart plummet, the weight of those words crashing down on her.

Did she just compare me to a dog? As if I’m merely an object for their amusement?

The humiliation was suffocating!

“If you want things to remain undisturbed, then cease your plotting,” Helen continued, her voice steady and chilling, each word dripping with disdain. “Keep your head down at home. Be the little toy you excel at being.”

She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Wendy’s ear, cold as ice, sending shivers down her spine. “Otherwise, even another twenty years won’t save you. This is your final warning.

“My patience is wearing thin. Understand?”

The frostiness of her words felt like a dagger piercing through Wendy’s resolve, leaving her reeling.

Without a backward glance, Helen strode past her, leaving Wendy standing there, rooted in disbelief, every single word echoing relentlessly in her mind—a haunting refrain that refused to fade.

A chill enveloped her entire being, and fury twisted her features into a mask of rage.

Helen’s threats were unmistakably clear.

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