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.

she would save whatever little she had for him. She wanted to feed him, even though it wasn’t much.

pain tormented her and prevented her from sleeping, but

bed was difficult for her, yet she would drag herself to intervene whenever he

all day, staring at the

she

only

without hesitation in order to

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child was the very son she had been

years.

she knew. That woman

for a long time and then said, “You’ve

Had she realised?

he clutched his broken ribs. He questioned,

two little boys. Those weren’t Storm Shadow and Joshua, but him and

him, “Are

clinic, all the suffering and hardships he had

gone

at just eighteen years

brother, whom he had never met, killed him on a cold street after work, despite everything he

imagine the skinny Joshua, perhaps on a cold winter night, wearing thin clothes, braving the cold wind, numbly

the bottom of

and there was

ultimately died in a cold