Resurrecting the Genius Within

He knew she was hiding pills to commit suicide, but he pretended not to notice and watched her grow weaker every day.

And then he waited for her to kill herself in agony.

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ed on his way there, arriving just in time to witness his mother catch her last breath.

He was the one who showed Deborah the self–inflicted wounds.

The real Joshua would have hidden his injuries.

But he showed them to Deborah, pushing her to the brink. His calculated actions and feigned exhaustion only added to the pressure on Deborah.

In the end, it led her to take her own life for his sake.

He drove Deborah to her death, all to gain Isabelle’s sympathy more quickly and completely.

He indirectly caused the death of that unfortunate woman.

A woman whose life was filled with suffering was killed by the son she had waited for over a decade to

reunite with.

His face turned icy cold and pallid in the dimly lit living room. The impostor glared at Isabelle and said, “I don’t believe you.”

Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in his stomach, shattering his cold façade.

Black blood started to trickle from the corner of his mouth. The fake Joshua clutched his abdomen, looking at Isabelle in disbelief.

He then remembered Isabelle had eaten so much and should have shown symptoms of the poison by now, yet she was fine.

you …

his mistake. In an attempt to keep

lost sight of the poisoned utensils.

Isabelle

had only consumed a few bites; if he had consumed more, the poisoning

in the mood to mock him.

person like Joshua, but they might hold him as a bargaining chip. Thus, she had been careful

expected this impostor to be Storm Shadow’s brother. For

was driving people

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He Fled

Finished

had killed their own loved ones during missions. It wasn’t

and method to kill their own family. Some even spent

of their laughter and joy, they

their missions and couldn’t accept the truth. They left Dark Shadow, only

plotted revenge against Dark

if nothing had happened. These

organisation preferred

clutched his stomach, staring at

and

chase

the open door,

that she had paid for her treatment. Perhaps things would have been

others wouldn’t give her

Deborah died at the hands of her own son. Watching the tragedy

blew in through the open door. Isabelle stood in the empty hall, her

at

upstairs, grabbing her needle kit before rushing out of the

“Joshua!”

direction Joshua had