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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about to leave, his friend showed up, eager

later,”

“I need to get them some food,

bring back chocolate cookies for you,” he added before darting off.

he left, the sky rapidly darkened.

friends, the boy swiftly bought

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

cookies with Isabelle later, a sense of satisfaction warming

causing him to stagger backward. and plop onto

the dropped chocolate cookies, brushing

to face with an Ardon man dressed entirely

in on the chocolate cookies in the

the distance, there was affluence,

streets, only a few lights dotted the area, signaling that most had retired

littered with debris, and the fetid stench

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

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of his shoes slipped off, forcing him to

to lose this

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

he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling

he dragged his shoe along the

shadow of the tall figure

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

throughout his journey, he didn’t run into

doggedly stayed to