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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leave, his friend showed up, eager for another

you guys later,” the boy bid his

to Isabelle, “I need to get them some food,

cookies for you,” he added

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dump all day with his friends, the boy swiftly bought chocolate cookies for Isabelle.

night, he hurried back, hiding the cookies in his clothes

with Isabelle later, a sense of

someone, causing him to stagger backward. and plop

quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate

himself face to face with an Ardon man

zeroed in on the chocolate cookies in the boy’s

distance, there was affluence,

crowded streets, only a few lights

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

dwelling, clutching the two chocolate cookies he had

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

about to lose this pair of

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

chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave

he dragged his shoe along the

shadow of the tall figure trailing

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

his journey, he didn’t

shadow doggedly stayed to his