Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 14

**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 14: The Reunion**

“Helen.” The calmness in Helen’s voice was like a soothing balm in the tense atmosphere. “What exactly do the Walcotts do?”

She felt an urgent need to reevaluate her biological family, to understand the world she was about to step into.

At her inquiry, George’s demeanor shifted instantly, a bright spark igniting in his eyes. “Ms. Walcott, the Walcotts are involved in an array of businesses that span the globe! We do everything! You also have three older brothers, each one remarkable in his own right. Just like you, Ms. Walcott! You can see the resemblance the moment you lay eyes on them!”

He paused, his voice thick with emotion, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. “You are the one and only Ms. Walcott that everyone has been waiting for!”

The emphasis he placed on “one and only” was palpable, and Helen noticed the glimmer of tears threatening to spill over in his eyes. “All these years, Mr. and Mrs. Walcott never ceased their search for you. They invested countless hours, resources, and unwavering determination—finally… finally, they have found you.”

Helen’s sharp gaze narrowed slightly, her mind racing.

One and only?

There seemed to be layers to George’s words, deeper meanings hidden beneath the surface that she was yet to uncover.

The car glided through the bustling streets, making its way toward the very heart of Veridia. As they approached the most exclusive and enigmatic residential area—Celestial Villas—Helen’s heart began to race with anticipation.

They passed through a series of stringent security checkpoints, rolling down a serene, tree-lined avenue. Ahead loomed an expansive, magnificent manor that seemed to whisper secrets of wealth and privilege.

The grand wrought-iron gates opened slowly, and as the car ventured inside, the very air became infused with the scent of affluence.

It was nothing short of a castle, nestled in one of the most opulent locales imaginable. The manicured lawns stretched infinitely, and the meticulously crafted gardens flourished with rare blooms from every corner of the country, each blossom worth a small fortune.

At the heart of this estate stood a striking edifice that seamlessly fused modern minimalism with classical sophistication.

The ground was paved with radiant white marble, glistening under the golden rays of the sun, casting a warm glow across the surroundings.

Unlike the ostentatious displays of wealth typical of other affluent families, everything here exuded a sense of refined taste and understated luxury.

Helen had always known the Walcotts were wealthy, but what lay before her was beyond her wildest imaginings. This was a realm of wealth that dwarfed any expectations she had held.

The car came to a halt in front of the grand circular driveway of the main house.

As George stepped out to open her door, a voice, trembling with emotion, echoed in the stillness.

“Sweetheart! My precious daughter!”

A middle-aged couple, who had evidently been waiting anxiously by the door, rushed toward her with an urgency that tugged at Helen’s heartstrings.

The man was tall, clad in a crisp white shirt that spoke of authority and command. He exuded an air of confidence, as if he were accustomed to leading.

The woman, dressed elegantly, bore features that radiated beauty. Despite her reddened eyes and the tears that threatened to spill, her grace was undeniable.

Years of neglect in the Morgans’ household had left her unaccustomed to such fierce, unconditional love.

It was foreign, yet as she felt her mother trembling and crying in her arms, something within her began to melt. It was the warmth she had always yearned for, deep within her being.

She allowed her mother to hold her, her gaze drifting to the man standing nearby, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

She recognized that face from countless financial magazine covers. He was the formidable figure who commanded the business world with an iron fist.

Alexander Walcott—the wealthiest man in Veridia, the patriarch of the Walcott family.

“Helen,” she called softly, her voice trembling.

“I’m here.” His single word shattered the stoic facade he had maintained. Tears streamed down his face as he nodded repeatedly, struggling to articulate his emotions.

“My sweet daughter… it’s so good to have you back… This will be your home from now on…”

Helen stood rigid as both of her parents pulled her into their arms, one on either side.

The warmth enveloped her, a little too much, yet somehow it felt like a comforting embrace.

“Mom and Dad, you shouldn’t be crying,” a gentle, clear voice suddenly interjected, breaking the heavy atmosphere. “Helen’s return should be a joyous occasion! Besides, she’s been living with the Morgans all this time. They’re quite reputable in Veridia—surely Helen must have lived well there.”