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

smil. “I’m off ta had Pandnight to

Firstrand

to leave, his friend showed up, eager for another

guys later,” the boy

quickly returned to whisper to Isabelle, “I need to

cookies for you,” he

the

all day with his friends,

in his clothes and carrying two mismatched shoes in his

to sharing the cookies with

he collided with someone, causing him

the dropped chocolate cookies,

up, he found himself face to face with an Ardon man dressed entirely in black.

on the chocolate

affluence, but beneath him lay desolation.

crowded streets, only a few

and the fetid stench of urine and feces hung heavy in

clutching the two chocolate cookies

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of his shoes slipped off, forcing him to come to

this

with his small foot, and retrieved the shoe,

hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a

his shoe along the path.

long shadow of the tall

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

he didn’t run into a

shadow doggedly stayed to his right…