Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 447 Death

Isabelle’s certainty rivaled that of any physician, her touch lingering on the boy’s pulse, her grip lim yet gentle.

Within the dim confines of the collapsed structure, a heavy silence enveloped Isabelle, her features drawn tight, a fierce intensity blazing in her eyes, a silent testament to her shock and dismay.

In the desolation of the ruined dwelling, there lay nothing of worth to justify the boy’s perilous quest for two simple chocolate treats. With such precious treasures in hand, logic dictated he should have made a swift return to the safety of his grandfather’s humble abode.

Within those modest walls awaited Isabelle, the object of his deepest affection, the woman he longed to wed. Without hesitation, he would have bestowed upon her the coveted sweets.

Even in death, he should have drawn his last breath within the sanctuary of his home, not in the desolate expanse beyond.

Despite his upbringing in the harsh environs of the slum, and the grim reality of witnessing George dispatch his malevolent uncle, fear must have gripped him in the face of the thugs‘ coercion.

He knew the dire consequences of defiance, yet he braved the terror and led his companion to this forsaken place.

A fatal blow, sealing his fate.

The blade sliced through his windpipe, the struggle evident beneath him, yet he clung fiercely to the chocolate cake in his grasp.

He hadn’t touched the stash of money he’d squirreled away, hadn’t donned the spoils he’d scavenged for days, nor had he treated himself to a new pair of shoes.

The soup George planned to cook the next day remained untasted, the chocolate cake meant for Isabelle untouched. Little did he know, Isabelle had grand plans for him, a life far removed from scavenging, with endless shoes and ample nutrition. to fuel his growth.

Even the innocence of youth couldn’t shield him, a stark reminder of Dark Shadow’s ruthless orin on the slum

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draping George’s coat over the fallen child. With a steely determination, she rose, an aura of vengeance

concealed knife slipped into her grasp as she moved. “Isabelle,” George called out,

be upon us. He sacrificed flee, George urged, desperation tingeing his words.

for our chance

a sudden burst of action, she

Shadow, alerted to the situation,

George stepped out of the house, he caught a glimpse of Isabelle’s figure, but

work. And as if one assailant wasn’t enough, another figure emerged from a different.

presence hinted at a greater threat

grew solemn as he fixed his gaze on Isabelle, who remained concealed behind

exposure.

moon. In that faint light, she noticed a small mole adorning his chin,

chest, fearing Isabelle might impulsively confront their assailants. Mentally bracing himself for the worst, he watched

the two killers departed, Isabelle stayed

as he realised her calm and

danger wasn’t over. More and

from

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the perilous maze, narrowly evading their purstiers

modest inn, Isabelle settled onto the bed, whille George carefully tended to her wound. Despite his efforts,

a few hours away, George took a calculated risk, venturing out to procure medicine and

the task was complete, Isabelle rose abruptly, prompting George’s inquiry. “Where

was succinct. “To call