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, eager for another

up with you guys later,” the boy bid his

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

cookies for you,” he added before darting

left, the

his friends, the boy swiftly bought chocolate cookies for Isabelle.

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

the cookies with Isabelle later, a sense of

his reverie, he collided with someone, causing him

the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off any

to face with an Ardon

on the chocolate cookies in

was affluence, but beneath him

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

were littered with debris, and the fetid stench

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

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off, forcing him to come to a sudden stop,

to lose this pair of hard–earned

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

his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a

his shoe along

him, the long shadow of

into darkness, enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite the occasional

didn’t run into a single

stayed