Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 23

**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
**By M. Kaushik**
**Chapter 23: Give Her Some Space**

As Wendy spoke, she gently nudged the jewelry box toward Helen once more. “This is my gift to you. I truly hope you’ll accept it.”

Helen didn’t even cast a glance at the beautifully wrapped box, her eyes fixed resolutely on the wall. “Take it away,” she snapped, her voice cold and dismissive.

With that, the door slammed shut with a resounding bang that echoed in the hallway.

Wendy’s face turned a ghostly shade, her fingers gripping the jewelry box tightly as if it were a lifeline. Fury bubbled within her, threatening to spill over as she contemplated storming out. Yet, something in the atmosphere halted her in her tracks.

She found herself lingering outside Helen’s room once more, her head bowed in defeat, shoulders trembling as if she were silently weeping, enveloped in a profound sense of despair.

“Wendy?”

Rebecca approached, balancing a carefully arranged plate of fruit in her hands. The moment her eyes landed on Wendy, she sensed the sorrow radiating from her. Rushing over, she asked with genuine concern, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying outside Helen’s room?”

Wendy raised her tear-stained face, her voice thick with emotion, “Mom, I… I’m fine. I just really want to connect with Helen. I wanted to give her the birthday gifts you and my brothers have given me over the years, but it seems like Helen doesn’t want them.”

As she spoke, tears began to stream down her cheeks. “She told me to leave. She asked me to stay away from her…”

The look of pain etched on her face was heart-wrenching. “Mom, did I do something wrong? All I want is for our family to be happy…”

While pouring her heart out, Wendy discreetly observed Rebecca’s reaction, hoping to see a flicker of understanding in her mother’s eyes.

She looked so small and vulnerable, her sincerity palpable. Surely, Mom would recognize how unreasonable and arrogant Helen was!

Only then would she understand the stark contrast between Helen and herself. Only I, the daughter she nurtured, deserved to be called the true heiress of the Walcott family!

Yet, Rebecca merely sighed, placing a comforting hand on Wendy’s shoulder. Her voice remained gentle, but her words were resolute. “Wendy, Helen just returned home. She likely needs time to adjust. You know how she can be—always a bit distant. If she asks you to give her space for now, you should respect that. Let her settle in.”

She lifted her chin slightly, a gesture of encouragement. “Okay? Why don’t you go rest for a while? Don’t overthink this.”

With a soft smile, she turned and lightly knocked on Helen’s door. “Helen, I cut some fruit for you.”

From inside, Helen’s voice responded, “Come in, Mom.”

Rebecca stepped inside, her smile brightening the room, while Wendy remained outside, the door closing firmly behind her.

Even through the barrier, Wendy could hear the sound of her mother’s laughter, warm and inviting, filling the space.

On the opposite couch, Wendy attempted to weave herself into the conversation, but she felt like a ghost, an outsider in her own home. The warmth and closeness shared among them felt like an impenetrable wall, completely shutting her out.

Frustration bubbled within her, intensifying her sense of isolation.

Just then, Gloria, the maid who had been quietly standing behind Wendy, broke the silence with a cheerful tone. “I heard Ms. Wendy recently passed Professor Langford’s entrance exam! Once she completes her research paper, she’ll officially be Professor Langford’s student, right?”

The trio on the couch finally seemed to acknowledge Wendy’s presence, their attention shifting toward her.

Alexander nodded approvingly. “Wendy has always been a sensible child. We rarely have to worry about her. With Professor Langford as her mentor, she just needs to keep working diligently.”

“The exam wasn’t nearly as difficult as people say,” Wendy replied sweetly, a hint of pride in her voice. “Professor Langford really helped me with my research paper, so I think I’ll be just fine.”

Rebecca chimed in, her tone warm. “Wendy has always made things easier for us when it comes to schoolwork.”

“That’s because you and Dad taught me well,” Wendy said, casting a casual glance at Helen. “What about you, Helen? I heard you went to school in the countryside before living with the Morgans… You dropped out before finishing high school, right?”

At her words, Alexander and Rebecca’s expressions darkened, their brows furrowing in disapproval.

Wendy feigned innocence, maintaining her smile. “Helen, I really don’t mean anything by it. If you ever want to go back to school, I’d be more than happy to help.”