Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 395 Isabelle, You Can Help Him

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“Just because that student dresses nicer and appears cleaner, everyone believes him instead of me.

“Simply because it’s me, everything has to be exaggerated, and they drag me to the flagpole so everyone

can sec.

“Even though I’m quiet, they still find ways to mock and insult me to vent their frustrations.

“Compared to the damage Gideon has done, these things are minor and don’t bother me at all,” Joshua remarked with detachment.

Jim asked. “If it doesn’t matter, why bring it up?”

Joshua lapsed into a momentary silence, then continued, “When my mother refused to buy him alcohol. he tried to kill her with a knife. Instead, the blade struck me. At that point, although I was only seven years old, I was ready to be arrested and face execution, yet I wasn’t scared.”

Joshua detailed the hardships and abuse he endured throughout his life, such as domestic violence, school bullying, and societal dangers. He’d seen the worst of humanity from all sides.

Jim remained attentive in silence.

Joshua expressed, “Following my mother’s cremation. I pondered why not end Gideon’s life and then my

“I didn’t do it because she was with me. Later, her occasional messages kept me from going through with

it”

Jim said, “Throwing your life away for someone like that isn’t worth it. The tougher the journey, the more we should value ourselves.

worth. Nonetheless, right now, it lacks significance. I’ve found a new purpose.

because of her friend and my brother, it doesn’t

count

a new path. I believe your mother and brother can

holding and asked,

tell you’re considering

stared at the drawing, lost

clinic was silent, the ticking of the clock becoming louder,

the uniquely designed clock on the wall.

background, black hands, ticking slowly, one

and looked at

1/3

Wed, 3 Jul

You

at the

staring at the clock and whispered, “It’s a nice

Jim agreed, “Indeed.”

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let me tell you a

there was a peasant woman with two sons. She favoured the older one, neglecting the younger one and often locking him in the woodshed. She kept all the good things for the older son, but the brother was kind and shared with the younger. One day, the peasant woman changed. She released the disliked son and locked up

lie down and take a break?” Joshua’s voice was

ticked

reclining chair,

front of him, gently

the watch, almost

silence, “Dr. Carter, what’s your

“Jim… Carter.”