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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was about to leave, his friend showed up, eager for another round

up with you guys later,” the boy bid

to evade them, he quickly returned to whisper to Isabelle, “I need

cookies for you,” he added

he left, the sky rapidly darkened.

with his friends, the boy swiftly bought chocolate

he hurried back, hiding the cookies in his clothes and carrying two mismatched shoes in

cookies with Isabelle later, a sense of satisfaction warming his heart.

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

dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off

face with an Ardon man dressed entirely in

man’s eyes zeroed in on the

there was affluence, but beneath him lay desolation.

streets, only a few lights dotted the area, signaling

were littered with debris, and the fetid stench of urine and feces hung heavy in the

the boy made his way past each dwelling, clutching the two chocolate cookies he

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his shoes slipped off,

this pair of hard–earned shoes.

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

the man’s hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling

his

shadow of

boy into darkness, enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby houses, the surroundings remained eerily

his journey, he didn’t run into a single

stayed to his right…