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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had Pandnight to

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leave, his friend showed up, eager for another round of

guys later,” the

to whisper to Isabelle, “I need to get them some food, or they’ll start

I’ll bring back chocolate cookies for you,” he added before

he left, the

all day with his friends, the

hurried back, hiding the cookies in his

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

causing him to stagger backward. and plop onto the

the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off

face with an Ardon

zeroed in on the chocolate cookies in the

was affluence, but beneath him lay desolation.

in the long night. Despite the crowded streets, only a few lights

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

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

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sudden, one of his shoes slipped off, forcing

about to lose this

his small foot, and retrieved the shoe, casting at

in the man’s hand, he squeezed his chocolate

on, he dragged his shoe along

echoed behind him, the long shadow of the tall

moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby houses,

journey, he didn’t run

shadow doggedly stayed to