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.

window, supporting her head with her hand, and asked, “How did you

“I’m relieved that you’re not too

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

inferior to him in terms of

to drop it.

a restaurant for dinner.

late class the previous night, and his stomach

he

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up to see that Isabelle had brought it

served another bowl to Isabelle.

Ethan picked up his

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

Ethan decide, George said.

glanced at

wanting to bury his face in his bowl. Mr. George, aren’t you a bit too forward? He’s her brother.

“Let’s drive through the

father and his pathetic mother, he worried that staying

they

if you’re tired,

on the verge of tears. Finally, someone remembered me–the injured driver.

can drive. Then he added to Dylan, “If you’re tired,

his injuries, and driving

worry, I can manage,

had never imagined his boss driving while he

long as he didn’t crash,

passenger seat, Ethan clutched his backpack, drowsily watching the scenery

Ethan dozed off.