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 usu hath

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friend showed up, eager

catch up with you guys later,” the

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

back chocolate cookies for you,” he

he left, the sky

scoured the garbage dump all day with his friends, the

cookies in his clothes and carrying two mismatched shoes

to sharing the cookies with

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

he quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off

face to face with an Ardon man dressed entirely in black.

the

was affluence, but beneath him lay desolation.

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

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

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

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

wasn’t about to lose this pair of hard–earned

foot, and retrieved the shoe, casting at

his chocolate cookie

he dragged his

the long shadow of the

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

throughout his journey, he didn’t run into a single

doggedly stayed to his right…