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

Firstrand

he was about to leave, his friend showed

up with you guys later,” the

to Isabelle, “I need

for you,” he added

he left, the sky

friends, the boy swiftly bought chocolate cookies for

hurried back, hiding the cookies in his

the cookies with Isabelle later, a

reverie, he collided with someone, causing him

he quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off any

face to face

in on the

there was affluence, but

the crowded streets, only a few lights dotted the area, signaling that

and the fetid stench of urine and

past each dwelling, clutching the two chocolate cookies he had bought from the market tightly in his clean hands.

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

about to lose this pair

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

man’s hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave of

dragged his shoe

him, the long shadow of the

he moved

journey, he didn’t run into a single soul.

doggedly stayed to his right…