Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 248 Distress.

Her slender arm had a gash, and he didn’t dare apply any pressure, even though her wrist was far from the

wound.

Her hand had just been in water, and it was freezing.

With a handkerchief, George carefully wiped the blood and water near her wound. He asked, “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

He tried to calm himself and regained his composure. However, his voice and hands had been trembling uncontrollably from earlier.

George glanced at Isabelle and asked, “Why aren’t you talking? Does it hurt much? Hold on; I’ll take you back to the camp and get treated. Sorry, I came too late. George’s voice was filled with guilt.

She still remained silent.

George looked at her again. Most of the time, he was expressionless, but now his face showed all his anxiety and concern.

Isabelle looked at him, wiping the blood off her wound, then turned her head in the direction of the labyrinth building. Finally, she spoke.

Her tone was calm as usual, without any emotion, as if nothing had happened. Isabelle said, “It seems like there’s a fierce power struggle for territory here. Now that Spadille is dead, I’ll give you his territory as a birthday gift.

George paused his movement and looked up at her.

Isabelle noticed his dark eyes. She saw the emotions swirling and rising inside her, threatening to drown her.

The next moment, George pulled her into a tight embrace. His usually restrained feelings are now out of control. He kept tightening his arms around her, ignoring the blood seeping from his own wounds.

Without a stethoscope, Isabelle could hear his rapid heartbeat.

idiot would know it was the best time to say

called her

fluttered slightly, but her face remained

nothing, it felt like

feelings to understand them. Sometimes, a look, a smile, or a sudden. change in address can convey everything.

of her slowness in matters of the heart. George didn’t

a bed, and George had

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Chapter 248 Distress

George felt a sense of unspoken understanding. She

she knew.

hoarsely, “Can I ask for another birthday

responded, “What is

take good care of your life.

But you were very noisy

laugh despite himself, the tension easing. He said, “I know,

was

calmed down and released her, using

soaked. Clearly, he wasn’t using his arm properly.

she touched his sleeve and found it

that the smell of blood was from her

not as bad

cut off his sleeve, revealing the blood–stained white shirt beneath and the faintly visible wound.

sustained arm slashes, and their injuries were on their right arms. Her wound

rose to her feet and helped him to stand. She saidm “Let’s go back to the base and treat our

started walking

George caught up and draped a coat

back