Orphan To Unbreakable Queen - Chapter 120: Chapter 120

As soon as Aubree arrived in Shiyvania, she received a message that Emery had been involved in a fight in prison, resulting in both of his hands being shattered with comminuted fractures. Even with treatment, he would only be able to perform basic daily activities and would never regain the ability to handle tasks that require fine motor skills.
Aubree wondered, 'He's destroying both his body and soul! What did Emery care about most in the past? Esports! And now? Power, status, and the wealth of the Wilson family.'
Once he was released from prison, the Wilson family continued to exist, but he essentially had no place within it. The shareholders of Wilson Group would never have permitted someone with such a tarnished reputation—someone who had already brought down Rosepoly Group—to set foot in the company again.
If he wanted to return to his old career in esports, the reality would be grim. After three years away from the scene, his instincts would be painfully outdated. Plus, with both hands damaged, that door was now firmly closed for good.
Aubree thought, 'What an unexpected coincidence—his hands, of all things?' She set her phone aside, her gaze thoughtfully lingering on Bowen as he gathered their luggage.
Bowen asked, "What's wrong?"
Aubree demanded, "Was what happened to Emery you doing?" He was the only one she could think of.
Bowen openly stated, "Three years in prison is too lenient. I ensured he endured more—does that trouble you?" He asked carefully.
"No, I'm delighted!" Aubree said coldly. Even if Bowen hadn't arranged it, she would have ensured that Emery suffered in prison herself.
Over the past few days, Bowen introduced Aubree to ice skating, and she quickly fell in love with the sport.
Interestingly, Enrique accompanied them to Shiyvania. When Aubree met Enrique for the first time, she felt extremely nervous. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was secretly evaluating her. Maybe it was just her imagination, but it felt as though he was truly watching her every move.
Enrique had two wives. His previous wife gave birth to Bowen's older brother, but sadly, she later passed away due to illness. His current wife was part of an arranged marriage for business reasons and gave birth to Bowen. Although they were half-brothers, both shared an incredibly close bond.
There was a considerable age difference between Enrique and his current wife, which meant that Bowen was born later. The young wife valued her independence, and shortly after Bowen's birth, they decided to divorce.
Bowen's mother never loved Enrique, nor did she ever honestly acknowledge Bowen as her son—he was merely a pawn in the family's plans. After the divorce, she left to chase her ambitions, leaving Bowen behind.
Even so, Enrique's investment in nurturing Bowen was just as significant as what he provided for his brother. The presence of both helped to fill the gap left by his mother's absence.
All of this had been shared with Aubree by Enrique himself. A peculiar thought crossed Aubree's mind: "Is Mr. Turner trying to reveal Bowen's past to me?"
The days passed quickly, and before long, it was Christmas Eve. In Shiyvania, Bowen only employed a housekeeper for cleaning, while Ethan and Samson took care of security during their stay.
When it came to meals, Alvin handled all the cooking. Aubree was genuinely surprised—no one would have expected that Alvin, who grew up with privilege, could cook so well. Feeling guilty about relying on Bowen day after day, she suggested that she and Alvin take turns preparing meals.
Bright and early on Christmas Eve, Bowen was already busy preparing for the family dinner that evening. Enrique was a strict adherent to tradition—even while celebrating Christmas in Shiyvania, he insisted that every customary ritual be strictly followed. As a result, Bowen had no choice but to honor his wishes and take Alvin out shopping for the festivities.
Now, only Aubree and Enrique remain at home. Enrique, always eager for adventure, wasted no time after arriving in Shiyvania; he promptly visited the local flower and bird market and returned with a delightful array of flowers and fish to keep.
At that moment, he was happily guiding Aubree as she watered the plants and fed the fish. "Easy now, don't overfeed them—my fish can't handle it," Enrique fussed. His fish were delicate and high-maintenance, requiring precisely controlled water temperatures and carefully measured food portions—not a speck more, not a speck less.
Aubree attempted to feed the fish previously. She accidentally killed more than half of them. For days afterward, Enrique would huff and puff, lecturing her. Aubree found herself wondering, 'How did Mr. Turner, who was so stern when we first met, end up becoming more and more mischievous the longer we spent together?'
"Please, take a seat over here." It was a beautiful day, and the house was immaculate, thanks to the housekeeper. Enrique turned to Aubree, gesturing for her to join him and enjoy the sunshine.
[Mr. Turner and Miss Miller worked together tending to the flowers and fish, sharing laughter and engaging in conversation.]
[Now, they were sitting together, chatting.]
Before leaving, Bowen instructed Samson to stay home and keep a close watch on Enrique. Bowen had a strong suspicion. Usually, Enrique would spend the festival at his home, paying respects to his late wife. However, this year, he unexpectedly came with them to Shiyvania. There was no doubt it was a calculated move.
Upon seeing the message, Bowen frowned. 'What on earth is he up to?'
Samson: [Bad news, Boss! Mr. Turner just asked Miss Miller if she had feelings for you!]
'What on earth is this?' Bowen thought, nearly throwing his phone across the room. 'Bree has only just started to let me get close—if Dad keeps this up, he's going to scare her off for good!'
Bowen was in such a frenzy that he didn't even notice Alvin, who was still busy shopping according to the list. He commanded Ethan to return immediately. Ethan respectfully inquired, "Mr. Turner, aren't we waiting for Alvin?"
"Let him take a cab back by himself," Bowen snapped.
Bags in hand, Alvin turned around, only to discover that Bowen had disappeared. Alvin wondered, 'Could he have been kidnapped by some thugs or something?'
"So, Aubree, what are your thoughts on Bowen?" Enrique asked.
Aubree had just taken a sip of water to relax when she suddenly choked, almost spitting it out in shock. 'A zero-frame startup! How am I supposed to avoid that?' Aubree thought.
Enrique smiled knowingly at her, a glimmer of mischief in his eye. "Take your time. There's no need to rush. I'm aware that Bowen has feelings for you."
Aubree's eyes widened in shock, though she had some inkling about this. However, she was surprised by how much more straightforward Enrique was compared to Bowen. 'Does Bowen even know his dad can be this blunt?' Aubree thought.
Aubree silently pushed her water glass further away, feeling puzzled by Enrique's intentions. 'Shouldn't someone of his stature be vetting a girl his son is interested in before immediately trying to play matchmaker?'
Aubree carefully chose her words before responding, "Mr. Turner, I'm not entirely sure what you mean. Bowen has never mentioned anything like that to me, so I can't comment on it. However, I am truly grateful for all the support he's provided."
Enrique's eyes crinkled with even deeper amusement as he remarked, "In the end, it all comes down to my Bowen not being up to the task—he couldn't win you over, could he? No need to sugarcoat it to protect his feelings."
He waved a hand with casual indifference, clearly unamused. "Honestly, girls your age seem to be into those overly sweet or intense types lately. Bowen? He's practically from a different generation. There's nothing remotely romantic about him, and that stiff corporate smile of his—who knows if he's trying to charm someone or deliver a sales pitch."
Enrique added, "If I were in your position, I wouldn't like him either."
Wait, did he just say that out loud?' Aubree was taken aback. She never expected Enrique to speak about Bowen that way. It almost made her want to laugh. 'Was this what they called an official roast from his dad?'
Naturally, Samson conveyed every word to Bowen exactly as it was spoken.
"Oh, no, Bowen is a wonderful guy—he has his unique charm," Aubree explained.
Enrique playfully asked, "Oh, so you like him too?"
"Well, that's..." Aubree stammered nervously, just as Bowen rushed back in.
Gasping for breath—having run from the car—Bowen glared at Enrique through clenched teeth. "Dad, I wouldn't mind sending you back to your place tonight!"
Enrique said, "Hey, take it easy. You're already at a disadvantage, and now you come across as a domestic abuser. Be careful, or she might like you even less."
Bowen sneered, thinking, 'Oh, thanks a lot then!'
Bowen clearly understood Enrique's intentions. Without hesitation, he seized Aubree's wrist and pulled her away. "I can take care of my matters," he stated firmly.
Enrique's smile faded, and he remained silent. Aubree suddenly felt goosebumps spreading across her skin. 'Why are both Enrique and Bowen so unsettling?' she thought.