Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 227 The Winter Break

“God’s Armament is his. Yves said awkwardly, “I underestimated him. Sweetheart, if you need weapons, why don’t you ask me? Why take from others?”

Isabelle replied, “The stuff is in Melfrey. If you’re not happy, blow it up.”

Seeing that Isabelle didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore, Yves began to fuss again, “Sweetheart, I’m not feeling well either.”

Isabelle asked, “Where does it hurt? I’ll give you a couple of needles.

Yves answered, “Do I need to take off my clothes for the needles? My heart feels uncomfortable, a bit

off

Dain As he spoke, he had already taken Jacket

Isabelle said, “It’s heart cancer. Ordinary treatment won’t work. Let’s open it up.”

Yves continued, “Sweetheart, tell me honestly, if George and I fell into the water simultaneously, who would

you save?”

Isabelle thought of giving him “heart cancer treatment” for asking such a stupid question.

Heading upstairs, Isabelle didn’t even turn her head, saying, “Whether you two live or die has nothing to do with me

The next day.

George didn’t come, which surprised Isabelle.

Yves said, “I guess he knows when to stay away.”

It was quite late and unsure if George was too busy to come, Isabelle asked in a message.

you for your concern. I’m

but persistently troubling her over

repeatedly disturbing her without clearly explaining the situation might make

George held back.

few days before winter break to

they would meet in Alcott in a week before

arrive, be careful. If anything happens, wait

“Okay.”

bear to be apart from you. How can I get through a week without seeing you, Sweetheart?”

“It’s

227 The

so I can see what your face looks like when you

“Get lost.”

me a hug.” Yves grabbed her stubbornly and didn’t let go until he got enough, then

break,

Triangle, was notorious for being an area where

talked about personal topics other than those that were absolutely required. Isabelle knew the least about him

late Heart K’s mouth that Spadille frequented this place, presumably

target was

received a message from George at the

are you planning to

for a moment before replying: ‘Not sure yet, just travelling around. She wasn’t sure

didn’t want to

worried but tactfully didn’t press

continued to change modes

in the off–road vehicle, crossing through the uninhabited

and the driver encountered yarious roadblocks. He kept his foot on

conditioning, and the driver was a bearded Astorian. Sweat the size of beans speckled his bruised

short, shining knife pressed against his neck, wearing blood as it did so from

Ardon girl held the “How