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.

believer–it’s probably because she’s done too

scared.

go back with them. The Sullivans are full of bad people.

on the

you haven’t done a DNA test yet, right? How about you my dad?”

do one

with

him with undisguised disdain. “I don’t have a grandson your

dad’s long–lost daughter? You don’t look anything like the Sullivans, but you do have a bit of

“Does your mom know how

kind of good luck did the

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Danny asked, “Boss, are

bothered to

not the real

None of it mattered.

her, saying the Sullivans weren’t worth her trouble. If she needed. parental

realising she wasn’t sad, he shamelessly asked, “Boss, how

a drive?”

were deep in

her two sons

cry nonstop and her mother wiping away tears,

hours, she was tired

everyone was so focused on Isabelle that they didn’t even think about eating. Dakota, usually the centre of attention,

comfort his mother, “Mom, we can’t

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