Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 210

Chapter 210 I Don’t Have a Grandson Your Age

Isabelle glanced over at Danny, who was staring at the TV in front of the sofa.

Noticing her gaze, Danny turned around. He had just taken a big sip of cola and was so startled by Isabelle’s gaze that he let out a burp.

Isabelle frowned.

Danny immediately whined, “Boss, I’m sorry! Go ahead and hit me if you want. Just hit me hard.”

Irritated, Isabelle headed downstairs,

Seeing that Isabelle wasn’t mad at him. Danny got lively again and followed her, asking, “Boss, you’re not your parents‘ biological daughter?”

That sounded a bit off.

“I mean, you’re not the Jenkins‘ real daughter? You’re actually the daughter of the Sullivan who was already dead? Seriously? They weren’t just making that up earlier, were they?

“Boss, why do I feel like there’s something really mysterious about you?”

He still hadn’t gotten over the whole George thing, and now there was the Sullivans. Their situation was just as crazy.

The Sullivans publicly said Brad died of an illness. From what you said earlier, was it that old lady who killed him? And your biological mom too?

“D*mn! If I’d known that old lady was so bad, I wouldn’t have let her in,” Danny muttered. He had only let her in because she seemed old and frail, but she turned out to be the worst.

I always thought Old Madam Sullivan turned to Christianity out of grief for losing her son. Turns out she

drove him to his death.

that talk about being a god believer–it’s probably because

scared.

of bad people. I’ve heard

sat down on the

haven’t done a

do one

with

with undisguised disdain. “I don’t

daughter? You don’t look anything like the Sullivans, but you do have a bit of the

mom know

a bit frustrated. “What kind of good luck did the Sullivans have to

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silence, Danny asked, “Boss, are you sad?”

bothered to answer.

not the

Hatred? None of it mattered.

her trouble. If she needed. parental love, his parents would gladly

eye roll and realising she wasn’t sad, he shamelessly asked, “Boss, how about taking me

a drive?”

Sullivans were deep in

Madam Sullivan was filled with regret, urging her two sons to

nonstop and her mother wiping away

she

didn’t even think about

can’t rush this. We need to take it

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