Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 442 Tasty Noodle

Firdened

The little boy immediately got up again, rushed over, and hugged one of the man’s arms, his little fists raining down on the man’s body like ineffective punches. “Get out, get out, get out

The boy agilely hooked one of the man’s legs with his own, hanging onto the man’s body and shouting, “Her husband will be back soon!”

He tried to scare the man away.

But the man, empty–handed and fearless, easily pulled the boy away and threw. him to the side.

The man’s wolf–like eyes locked onto Isabelle, his mouth uttering words too foul to bear, eagerly advancing towards her.

Isabelle’s hand under the blanket tightened around the short knife George left for her self–defence, her eyes flashing with cold determination.

Just as the guy was about to jump onto the bed, George came rushing back.

Before Isabelle could do anything, George landed a swift side kick, sending the guy flying to the side. Then, he grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pinched his neck, and yanked him away from the bed, slamming him hard against the wall.

The impact knocked the guy out cold in an instant.

George released him and hurried over to the bed, asking with concern, “You okay?”

He quickly pulled back the covers to check on Isabelle.

Isabelle softly reassured him, letting him know she was fine.

George went out to investigate the situation but didn’t find any trace of the Dark Shadow for the time being/Isabelle’s wounds were just starting to heal, so she tried not to move unless necessary. They could hide out here for another day if they had to.

So George decided not to leave and instead took care of the man’s body.

In the slums, losing one person and having one die didn’t raise any suspicions at

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the little boy came and wiped away the bloodstains from the

as he wiped, probably scared and mourning the death of his uncle, even though his uncle wasn’t good

the slums had toughened him up to the harsh realities of life and death, so he wasn’t

up the dirt from the floor, then glanced over at Isabelle in the bed, her face all grimy.

then checked the closed door, maybe to see if George had come

asked in Egnaric, “What’s your

told her his name, and Isabelle didn’t say anything more.

George

with a guilty look, “Sorry, I couldn’t

boy’s eyes, he finally said, trying to comfort him, “You did your best, kid. You’re pretty brave.”

left, George approached the bed, feeling a bit relieved as he

out

“Sure thing, I’ll do

the small house.

the best thing ever, his freshly washed face looking

against the wall, holding his bowl, munching away while watching George feed Isabelle, his eyes bright with

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you and your wife

little guy asked, sounding surprisingly mature.

Isabelle before answering, “We

“So is your wife gonna

again, catching her not–so–friendly look. He didn’t dare to say the wrong thing. “Nah.”

getting married? When are you having kids? If you

were ones

in, “You’re so young, yet you’re already so interested in getting married and

stretching his legs that had gone a bit numb from. crouching. Even though it was freezing outside,

I want

mean the noodles in your bowl?”

was a hint of disdain in her