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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“I’m off ta had Pandnight to usu hath

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friend showed up, eager for another round of play.

with you guys later,” the boy

Isabelle, “I need to

for you,” he added before darting

he left, the sky rapidly darkened.

all day with his friends, the boy swiftly bought

the cookies in his clothes and

to sharing the cookies with

someone, causing him to stagger backward. and plop

dropped chocolate cookies, brushing

himself face to face with an Ardon man dressed entirely in

on the chocolate cookies in the boy’s hands.

affluence, but beneath him lay

only a few

and the fetid stench of urine and

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

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shoes slipped off, forcing him to come to

to lose this pair of

and retrieved the shoe, casting at nervous

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

on, he dragged his shoe along the path.

echoed behind him, the long shadow of the tall figure trailing

darkness, enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite

throughout his journey, he didn’t run

shadow doggedly stayed