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

up with you guys later,” the boy bid his friends farewell.

“I need

bring back chocolate cookies for

he left, the sky rapidly darkened.

with his friends, the boy swiftly bought

cookies in his clothes and carrying two mismatched shoes

looked forward to sharing the cookies with Isabelle later, a sense of satisfaction warming

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

quickly retrieved the dropped

he found himself face to face with an Ardon

eyes zeroed in on the chocolate cookies in the boy’s hands.

there was affluence, but

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

dilapidated alleys were littered with debris, and the fetid stench of urine and feces hung heavy in the air.

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

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off, forcing him to come to a sudden stop,

this pair of hard–earned

and retrieved the shoe, casting at nervous glance behind him.

he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave of fear wash

dragged his shoe along

long shadow of

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

throughout his journey, he didn’t run into a

stayed to