Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 10

**TITLE: Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 10: I’m Not a Beast**

Helen had warned him time and again, but he never truly listened.

Countless nights had bled into dawn as Maxwell immersed himself in his thesis, the weight of academic obligation pressing down on him like a heavy fog. The world outside faded away, leaving only the dim glow of his desk lamp illuminating stacks of papers and textbooks.

In those quiet hours, Helen would often appear, a silent sentinel in the shadows. She would stand just behind him, cradling a bowl of herbal tonic she had painstakingly simmered for six long hours, all for his benefit. Her voice would emerge softly, almost like a whisper carried on the night air. “Maxwell, if you need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask. I can help you—”

But his response was sharp and dismissive. “You? What could a country bumpkin like you possibly know? Just leave me alone!” he snapped, his impatience flaring like a match struck in the dark, waving her away as if she were an annoying fly.

The bowl she had so lovingly prepared shattered on the floor, the contents spilling out and filling the air with a faint, bitter aroma reminiscent of herbal medicine.

Helen’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she crouched down to gather the broken pieces, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. “No, Maxwell. I truly understand medicine. I can help you…”

At that moment, guilt was a foreign concept to him. Instead, he felt a surge of irritation. How dare she disrupt his work? “You think because you can identify a few herbs and whip up a tonic, you understand medicine? Get out! Don’t waste my time!” he had shouted, his anger a shield against the truth.

Now, as he reflected on that painful memory, a wave of discomfort washed over him. His face hardened, the muscles tightening as he muttered defensively, “You never made it clear that you practiced traditional medicine. Besides, traditional medicine is worlds apart from modern medicine. It’s not like you could’ve actually helped me.”

Helen’s lips curled into a scoffing smile, a mixture of amusement and disdain. “Dr. Morgan, the very traditional medicine you’ve always looked down upon just solved a critical case that your modern medicine couldn’t even touch.”

Her red lips formed a faint, confident smile as she locked her gaze onto Maxwell’s. “Perhaps it’s time you brushed up on your basics.”

Then, with a flash of disdain, she added, “Get lost.”

In that fleeting moment, the pride that Maxwell had so fiercely clung to was obliterated, leaving him feeling utterly defeated.

Without casting him another glance, Helen turned on her heel, walking away with George at her side, her movements graceful and purposeful.

As the elevator descended to the first floor, Helen stepped out, her heart still reeling from the confrontation. Just then, her eyes caught sight of a group of five entering the elevator across from her.

She looked up slightly, and her gaze met that of the man standing at the front.

He was tall, his posture exuding an effortless confidence, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. His black silk shirt hung loosely, two buttons undone, revealing a hint of a well-defined collarbone that only accentuated his striking features.

What a sight to behold!

He was undeniably more handsome than any man she had ever encountered.

As the elevator doors began to slide shut, their brief moment of eye contact was severed, leaving Helen momentarily breathless.

Shrugging off the encounter, she walked out of the hospital, her hands buried in her pockets, thoughts swirling in her mind.

Meanwhile, inside the elevator, Bennett Harper leaned closer to Timothy Garcia, a teasing glint in his eye. “Timothy, what’s this? Did you just fall for that girl?” His voice was laced with playful curiosity. “She’s stunning. I’ve never seen a woman that beautiful in my life—but tell me, is she even of age?”

With Stella now out of danger, Bennett seemed to revel in the light-hearted banter, his tension eased and replaced with his usual mischief.

Timothy lifted his gaze slightly, his refined features illuminated by the shifting light, exuding a wicked charm.

His voice took on a solemn tone, heavy with the weight of truth. “Remember this! It’s Ms. Helen who saved your lives. You owe her your gratitude.”

Just then, a set of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed down the corridor, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Mr. Garcia… Mr. Harper!”

As soon as they recognized the figures approaching, the surrounding doctors and professors greeted them with deep respect, their demeanor shifting instantly.

But when they noticed the man trailing behind the two, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Every single one of them recognized him!

Calen Wynn, a distinguished professor from the International Medical Association and a representative of Dracovia’s highest medical standards, known far and wide as the Golden Hands.

It was no surprise the Garcias would bring someone of such legendary status into their midst.

“How’s Stella?” Timothy’s voice was low and calm, laced with a faint rasp, as if he had just awakened from a restless sleep.

Even though they had already informed him of Stella’s condition upon her exit from the operating room, Otis carefully detailed her current state, hoping to reassure him.

He believed that since Stella was now out of danger, the tension between the two men would have eased.

But as soon as he finished, Bennett narrowed his eyes, his usual nonchalant tone now dripping with ice. “Tell me, is Veridia Hospital short on staff, or are you planning to shut down altogether?”