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

had Pandnight

Firstrand

friend showed

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

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

bring back chocolate cookies for you,” he

he left, the sky

dump all day with his friends,

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

but determined, he looked forward to sharing the cookies with Isabelle later, a

he collided with someone, causing him

dropped chocolate cookies, brushing off any

he found himself face to face with

zeroed in on the

was affluence, but

slum was engulfed in the long night. 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

along in his mismatched shoes, the boy made his way past each dwelling, clutching the two chocolate cookies he had

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

this pair of hard–earned

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

the weapon in the man’s hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave of

he dragged his

the long shadow of the tall figure trailing alongside.

boy into darkness, enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite

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

shadow doggedly stayed