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,

later,”

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

cookies for you,” he

he left, the sky rapidly darkened.

scoured the garbage dump all day with his friends, the boy swiftly

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

cookies with Isabelle later, a sense

him to stagger backward. and

profusely, he quickly retrieved the dropped chocolate

up, he found himself face to face with an Ardon man

on the chocolate cookies in the boy’s

was affluence,

only a few lights dotted the

were littered with debris, and the fetid stench of urine and feces hung

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

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

about to lose this pair

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

hand, he squeezed his chocolate cookie tighter, feeling a wave

his shoe

long shadow of the tall

moved forward. Despite the occasional murmurs from nearby houses,

didn’t run into a

shadow doggedly stayed to