Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 127 Couldn’t Be More Obvious.

Isabelle sneered, “Don’t compare her to me. Stop with that fake, insincere attitude. Just drop the act”

Eleanor managed a strained smile and said, “You’re my child. I gave birth to you. How could I possibly-

“I said enough!” Isabelle interrupted sharply.

Eleanor finally fell silents

Ethan quickly packed his belongings. He packed his backpack with a few sets of clothes, some books and school supplies, a large bag of herbal medicine, and his laptop.

In two trips. Dylan helped him carry everything to the trunk.

Isabelle turned to Eleanor and declared, “I’m taking Ethan to school, not kidnapping your son. I won’t interfere with Ethan’s decision about you. But if you interfere with him, causing trouble in Taragon and disrupting his studies, I’ll make sure you and Layla end up in jail.”

With that, Isabelle left with Ethan.

George followed the siblings.

“Isabelle… William took a few steps after them but couldn’t continue. He crouched down, hating himself for his lack of capability.

Ethan sat in the front seat. He quietly watched the house he had lived in for years fade into the distance..

“Children should respect their parents, but not blindly. If parents force their children to break the law or sacrifice them for personal gain, they lose the right to call themselves parents. You shouldn’t feel too guilty or sad about it,” George said.

Ethan tilted his head back slightly, not responding.

Isabelle raised an eyebrow and thought, People with higher education sure know how to comfort others.

hand,

that you’re not too

as a true businessman, capable of saying the right thing to warm the heart and

I’m indeed inferior to him in terms of art

decided to drop

a

since his late class the previous night, and his

food’s aroma, he had no

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Couldn’t Be More

looked up to see that Isabelle had brought

served another bowl

to worry, Ethan picked up his

hotel in Norward to rest for the night and leave tomorrow, or drive through

decide, George

glanced at him.

face in his bowl. Mr. George,

said, “Let’s drive through the

straightforward father and his pathetic mother, he worried that staying in

the restaurant, they headed

you’re

clutching the steering wheel, was on the verge of tears. Finally, someone remembered me–the

to Dylan, “If you’re tired, let me know, and

injuries, and driving while tired could

manage,

his boss driving while he sat in the passenger

he didn’t crash, he’d drive

clutched his backpack, drowsily watching the scenery pass by, which only made him sleepier.

Ethan dozed off.