Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 445 Brat

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Before Isabelle could reply, the little boy sensed a shift and turned to find George’s solemn face.

Fear and confusion instantly gripped the boy.

George, usually gentle and refined, spoke with a touch of spite, “You’ll never be richer than me.”

He articulated each word in Egnaric, his tone sharp.

The boy remained silent, feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

Glancing at Isabelle on the bed, she seemed on the verge of laughter but restrained. herself.

In hindsight, George realized his pettiness was uncalled for.

Despite this, the trio continued to live harmoniously in the small house, their possessions gradually increasing over time.

The boy was naive and, thanks to that, bold. He expressed his love for Isabelle even though George was around.

Each day, he made a lengthy trek to procure Isabelle’s favorite chocolate biscuits and fresh mineral water. Then, come bedtime, he entertained her with rambling tales.

That night, George advised him to turn in early.

Realizing he’d been chatty and likely annoyed George, the boy sat up, his view only the undersides of the beds.

“Sorry,” he said. “As a kid, I’d gab away with my folks before bed, always sleeping between them.”

Turning to Isabelle, he commented, “Things would be simpler if you were a bit older.”

Isabelle quipped back, “You want to call me Mom or something?”

Tha hou managed

“I’m off ta had Pandnight

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he was about to leave, his friend showed up, eager

up with you guys later,” the boy bid

Isabelle, “I need to get them some food, or they’ll

cookies for you,” he added

he left, the sky rapidly

garbage dump all day with his friends, the boy swiftly bought chocolate cookies for Isabelle.

cookies in his clothes and carrying two

but determined, he looked forward to sharing the cookies with Isabelle

reverie, he collided with someone, causing him to stagger backward. and plop

quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate cookies,

up, he found himself face to face with an

man’s eyes zeroed in on the chocolate cookies in

distance, there was affluence, but

night. Despite the crowded streets, only a few lights

fetid stench of urine and

along in his mismatched shoes, the boy made his way past each dwelling, clutching the two chocolate cookies he had bought from the market tightly in his clean hands.

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slipped off, forcing him to come to a

to lose this pair of hard–earned shoes.

reached back with his small foot, and retrieved the shoe, casting at

chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave of

on, he dragged his shoe along

him, the long shadow of the tall figure

moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby

his journey, he didn’t run into

stayed