Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 57

**Title: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 57: That’s Her Journey**

As George skillfully navigated Felix’s wheelchair through the dimly lit corridor, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. The juxtaposition of Felix’s usual serious expression against the backdrop of their surroundings was almost too amusing to ignore. “You know, Felix,” George quipped, his voice light, “if you keep that serious face, people might think you’re plotting world domination instead of just heading back to your room.”

Felix shot him a sideways glance, a hint of a smile breaking through his stoic demeanor. “Very funny, George. Just wait until I get my hands on a remote control,” he replied, his tone laced with mock seriousness. George chuckled, appreciating the momentary lift in Felix’s spirits as they made their way back.

Meanwhile, in the cozy confines of the living room, Rebecca was fully immersed in her motherly duties. With a gentle yet firm tone, she guided her daughter, Helen, toward the plush couch, her eyes radiating warmth. “Come on, sweetheart, take a moment to rest here,” she urged, her voice soothing like a soft lullaby. With that, she vanished into the kitchen, her mind focused on preparing something comforting.

Moments later, Rebecca emerged, cradling a steaming bowl of congee, its aroma wafting through the air like a warm embrace. “Here, darling, this is for you. You must be utterly exhausted,” she said, her brow furrowed with concern as she observed the dark circles under Helen’s eyes. “Just look at you; you need to take care of yourself.”

Helen accepted the bowl with a grateful smile, the warmth of the congee seeping into her hands, providing a small comfort that she desperately needed. She took slow, deliberate sips, savoring the soothing texture of the rice porridge as it warmed her from the inside out.

Around her, family members gathered like protective birds, their expressions a blend of worry and affection. They flitted about, checking on her well-being, offering gentle nudges and soft words, yet none dared to bring up the heavy topic that loomed over them all. It was as if an unspoken pact hung in the air, a collective decision to sidestep the emotional weight that threatened to engulf them.

As the evening wore on, Rebecca cast a furtive glance at the clock, her heart beginning to race. “It’s getting late. Where on earth is Wendy? She hasn’t even picked up her phone,” she murmured, the anxiety creeping into her voice like a shadow.

“Mom, just take a breath,” Hector interjected, his tone calm and reassuring. “Remember, she mentioned she was meeting with Professor Langford today. From everything she’s said, it sounds like he really appreciates her talent.” A hopeful smile flickered across his face. “Maybe she’s out celebrating her acceptance as his student.”

Rebecca sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly at the thought, yet the worry still gnawed at her. “She should at least send a quick message or pick up the phone for a second,” she replied, her voice softening but still tinged with concern. A flicker of excitement danced in her heart at the possibility of Wendy becoming Philip’s student, yet the worry remained a heavy weight.

Helen remained quiet, her focus on the congee as she observed the subtle changes in her mother’s expressions. She could feel the tension in the room, an invisible thread connecting them all in their shared concern.

Rebecca had always possessed a tender heart, and the bond they shared as mother and daughter was profound, forged through years of love and shared experiences.

After a moment of contemplation, Helen set her spoon down, her curiosity bubbling to the surface. “Mom, do you really want Wendy to study under Professor Langford? Is that what our family truly needs?” she ventured, her voice a mixture of innocence and introspection.

Rebecca paused, her gaze drifting as she pondered her daughter’s question. Finally, she shook her head slowly. “That’s Wendy’s dream, my dear. Whether she achieves it or not is part of her journey, her own efforts, and her own luck. It doesn’t revolve around us as a family. Our foundation isn’t built on one child’s success.”

She reached out, gently patting Helen’s hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “All I truly desire is for both of you to chase what you love and find happiness. That’s what matters most.”

A flicker of understanding sparked in Helen’s eyes as she nodded, absorbing her mother’s words. “Okay,” she replied softly, a sense of clarity washing over her.

Just moments ago, Helen had considered stepping in to facilitate Wendy’s acceptance under Professor Langford, believing it might bring harmony to their family. But the Walcotts had made their stance clear: Wendy’s path was hers alone to navigate.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of heels echoed through the entryway, each step resonating like a thunderclap, as if someone was bursting through the door to confront an unspoken storm.

Wendy stormed into the room, her complexion pale, eyes red and puffy, and her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

She had overheard everything Rebecca had just said to Helen—the insinuation that her journey was separate from the Walcotts.

In that moment, Rebecca had drawn a stark line, suggesting that Wendy’s aspirations were not the family’s concern. Each word felt like a sharp push, a cruel reminder that she was being cast aside.

A cold wave of despair washed over Wendy, freezing her insides. Tears began to sting her eyes, blurring her vision.

It has to be Helen!

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