Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 401 She Love Him

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Joshua remained expressionless and said, “I don’t have a family. To me, they are just strangers with a biological connection.”

“And the mother you’ve cared for all this time? Was she just a stranger with a blood connection, too?” Isabelle’s words made Joshua, the impostor, recall the frail, pain–ridden face of the woman he had been pretending to care for.

Isabelle’s words made the impostor think of that gaunt face–the woman who was so thin that her cheekbones jutted out, tormented by illness.

That frail, sickly woman.

Even though life had tormented her, her gaze on him was always filled with tenderness, guilt, and hope.

She must have been beautiful when she was young.

Deborah was weak. She couldn’t protect her children or resist Gideon. But she wasn’t selfish; she had repeatedly urged him to leave the city to escape Gideon.

She had lost two sons but was willing to endure the pain of separation again.

Deborah hoped he could have a better life.

She didn’t plan to leave with him because Gideon wouldn’t stop hunting them until he found them.

Deborah wanted to stay in that wretched home, hoping one day her lost sons would return.

Talking was hard for her, making others irritated to listen to her.

When she spoke to him, it was always gentle and kind. She would become a fierce shrew, yelling at Gideon to protect him when he lashed out.

That woman would hold his hand, smile at him, ask about his health, and cry over the wounds on his face and hands.

save whatever little she had for him.

from sleeping, but

was difficult for her, yet she

in bed all day, staring at the mottled ceiling, waiting for him to come home.

husband closest to her, she

was her only reason

give up her life without hesitation

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never knew that the one who harmed her child was the very son she had been

years.

knew. That woman knew he

looked at him for a long time

Had she realised?

his broken ribs. He questioned, “You think I’d

drawing Jim had made of two little boys. Those weren’t Storm Shadow and Joshua, but

challenged him, “Are you

in Jim’s clinic, all the suffering and hardships he

gone

harshness of life at just

had never met, killed him on a cold street after work, despite

winter night, wearing thin clothes, braving the cold wind, numbly walking home, with the city’s prosperity all around him, yet far from his reach.

at the bottom of society for

and there

in