Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 56

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

**Chapter 56**
**You’re My Fiancée**

As Helen locked eyes with Timothy, a fleeting spark of emotion flickered within her, causing her heart to race momentarily. With a graceful movement, she leaned down and settled into the car’s inviting interior, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift.

The vehicle glided into the night, and an unexpected tranquility enveloped her, contrasting sharply with the fatigue that clung to her like a shadow. The air inside the car was perfectly tempered, neither stifling nor chilly. A subtle fragrance of cedar drifted around her, wrapping her in its warm embrace, soothing her frayed nerves and allowing her to breathe a little easier.

With a soft sigh, Helen let her eyelids drift shut, leaning back against the plush seat. For the first time that evening, she allowed the facade of unwavering strength to slip away, revealing the fatigue that had etched itself onto her features.

Timothy’s voice broke the silence, resonating with a magnetic charm that filled the confined space. “Tough day?” he asked, his tone inviting. “Want to grab a bite?”

Keeping her eyes closed, Helen responded, her voice languid and stripped of its usual icy edge, “No, just take me home. I have needling therapy with Grandpa first thing in the morning.”

“Needling therapy?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of intrigue igniting in his gaze. A playful smirk began to dance on his lips. “Should I be curious? What other surprises are you hiding? Are you secretly a superhuman?”

His relaxed voice, laced with a rough charm, sent a flutter through her heart.

That crooked smile lingered on his face, wrapping around her like a comforting blanket, tugging gently at her heartstrings.

Helen let out a soft hum, exuding confidence mixed with a hint of mischief.

Timothy couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound rumbling from his chest, growing lazier and more enchanting with each passing moment.

As he observed her cool, striking features, a playful urge to tease bubbled to the surface.

“The mighty Ms. Walcott,” he began, a sly curve to his lips, “you might not know this, but our families promised us to each other when we were just kids.”

Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him, her mind racing to make sense of his words.

His grin widened, and he continued in a slow, teasing tone, “That means, technically, you’re my fiancée.”

Confusion washed over Helen, and she shot him a look filled with incredulity.

“Don’t believe me?” Timothy’s gaze sparkled with mischief, his eyes glinting like stars against the night sky. “Ask your grandpa when you get home.”

The truth was, both grandfathers had mentioned it in passing before, but Timothy had shrugged it off as a whimsical notion, never giving it a second thought.

Yet, the moment he laid eyes on Helen at the hospital—when she had bravely saved Stella—everything changed. The realization that she was the true Walcott daughter struck him like a bolt of lightning, and the engagement he had previously dismissed suddenly felt laden with significance.

Helen remained silent for a few moments, contemplating his words. Finally, she retorted, “Come on. It’s a new era. Outdated ideas should remain in the past.”

“But…”

He elongated the word, his voice dripping with lazy charm, laughter curling around his words like a warm breeze. “If it’s you, I might just entertain an old idea.”

“… Are you flirting with me?”

Timothy raised an eyebrow, casting a sidelong glance her way. “I thought I was being rather clear.”

Hector adjusted his glasses, his voice gentle as always. “Helen, you’ve been working hard. I’m glad you made it back in one piece.”

With a resigned sigh, Helen replied, “If you all keep fussing like this, I’ll just have to work faster and come home earlier next time.”

Her gaze drifted past her family to Felix, who sat in his wheelchair, looking utterly exhausted yet determined to remain awake.

Her expression shifted, tightening with concern. “Grandpa, especially you. If you stay up this late, those medicinal baths you’ve been taking won’t do any good. I’m doing needling therapy for you tomorrow, and you need to be ready.”

Felix’s weary eyes sparkled with a flicker of hope. “Helen, did you just say I can start needling tomorrow?”

Once she decided to treat him, Helen had meticulously written a prescription and instructed him to follow it diligently, taking the medicinal baths as prescribed. After three baths, they could commence the therapy.

“If you don’t sleep now, we’ll have to push it back a day,” she stated firmly, her gaze unwavering as she fixed him with a determined look.

“I’m going to sleep right now!” Felix declared, gripping the sides of his wheelchair. He shouted over his shoulder, “George, hurry! Take me to my room! I’m going to bed!”

As Helen stepped into the warmth of her family’s embrace, the weight of the evening began to lift, replaced by a sense of belonging that had eluded her for so long. The playful banter with Timothy had opened a door to a new chapter in her life, one where vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength. In that moment, surrounded by the unwavering support of her family, she felt the cracks in her armor begin to mend. The laughter and concern of her loved ones reminded her that she was not alone in her struggles; they were a collective force, ready to face the challenges ahead together. The promise of needling therapy for her grandfather became a symbol of hope, a tangible reminder that healing was possible, both for her and for those she cherished.

With the night’s events swirling in her mind, Helen realized that the journey ahead would not be devoid of obstacles, but she was ready to embrace it. The playful teasing with Timothy had ignited a spark of possibility, hinting at a connection that could blossom into something beautiful. As she exchanged knowing glances with her family, she understood that being “broken” did not signify an end, but rather a beginning—a chance to rebuild, to redefine her relationships, and to discover the depths of her own strength. With her heart a little lighter and her spirit renewed, Helen stepped forward into the future, ready to navigate the complexities of love, family, and her own identity, knowing that she was no longer just a survivor but a fighter with a purpose.

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Helen and Timothy simmers just beneath the surface, readers can anticipate a deeper exploration of their connection in the upcoming chapter. With the revelation of their childhood betrothal hanging in the air, Helen’s initial disbelief will likely lead to a whirlwind of emotions. Will she confront her grandfather about the engagement, or will she choose to dismiss it as a relic of the past? The stakes are raised as Helen grapples with her feelings for Timothy, who seems to effortlessly blend charm and mischief, igniting a spark that she never expected. Expect a blend of humor and heartfelt moments as Helen navigates her complex emotions while trying to maintain her independence.

Moreover, the familial dynamics at play within the Walcott household promise to add layers to the narrative. With Felix’s health at the forefront and the looming needling therapy, Helen’s role as a caregiver will be tested. How will her family react to the unexpected news of her engagement, and what challenges will arise as they rally around Felix? The next chapter is poised to delve into the intricate balance between love, duty, and the pursuit of personal happiness. As Helen’s world expands, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to see how her relationships evolve and what choices she will ultimately make in the face of tradition and modernity.