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 Pandnight to

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leave, his friend showed up,

guys later,” the

he quickly returned to whisper to Isabelle, “I need to get them some

for you,” he added before darting off.

left, the sky

all day with his friends, the

the cloak of night, he hurried back, hiding the cookies in his clothes and carrying two

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

him to stagger backward. and plop onto the ground.

the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off

himself face to face with an

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

the distance, there was affluence, but

the crowded streets, only a few lights dotted

narrow, dilapidated alleys were littered with debris, and the fetid stench of

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

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

to lose this pair of

small foot, and retrieved the shoe, casting at

hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.

his

echoed behind him, the long shadow

man’s looming silhouette cast the boy into darkness, enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby houses, the surroundings remained

journey, he didn’t

doggedly stayed to