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

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to leave, his friend showed

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

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

back chocolate cookies for

left, the

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

cookies in

he looked forward to sharing the cookies with Isabelle later, a sense of satisfaction warming his heart.

his reverie, he collided with someone, causing him to

the dropped chocolate

face with

eyes zeroed in on the chocolate cookies

was affluence, but

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

with debris, and the fetid stench of urine and feces

the two chocolate cookies he had bought from the market tightly in

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a sudden, one of his shoes slipped off,

about to lose this pair of

small foot, and retrieved the shoe, casting at nervous

chocolate

he dragged his shoe along the

behind him, the long shadow of the

enveloping him as he moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby

journey, he didn’t run into a single

doggedly stayed to his right…