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?”

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leave, his friend

with you guys later,” the boy bid his friends

to evade them, he quickly returned to whisper to Isabelle, “I need to get them some food, or

back chocolate cookies for you,” he added

the sky

all day with his friends, the boy swiftly bought

in his clothes and carrying two mismatched shoes in his

sharing the cookies with Isabelle later,

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

dropped chocolate cookies,

face to face with an Ardon man

in on the chocolate

distance, there was affluence, but beneath

crowded streets, only a few lights dotted the area,

the fetid stench

clutching the two chocolate cookies he had bought from the market tightly in his

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of a sudden, one of his shoes slipped off, forcing him to come to

to lose this pair of hard–earned

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

noticing the weapon in the man’s hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave of fear wash over

dragged his shoe

behind him, the long shadow of the tall figure trailing alongside.

cast the boy into darkness, enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite

he didn’t run

stayed