Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Psychological Counselling 

Ethan didn’t respond. 

Your sister is someone who values deep relationships. Compared to over a decade of feelings, a blood tie with someone she’s never met means nothing. 

“If you distance yourself just because you’re unsure about accepting your sister’s love due to the lack of a blood connection, it will break her heart.” 

After hearing this, Ethan immediately looked towards the villa, feeling a wave of regret, guilt, and frustration. 

George said, “I found this card.” 

This meant Isabelle didn’t know about it. 

Ethan felt a bit relieved. 

“Your sister is straightforward and doesn’t do the mushy talk. She’s not great at comforting people, so she made it clear just now. You’re her only brother, and you can’t let her down. 

“I know you’re feeling bad right now, but as a man, you should know how to keep this relationship strong and take care of your sister. 

“From what I see, nothing has changed between you two, and it never will. I’m sure your sister feels the 

same way. 

Ethan suddenly got it. “I get it now.” 

He took the card back. 

George patted him on the shoulder. “Go back to school.” 

Ethan looked at George and then nodded. 

Isabelle leaned lazily against the door, reading the message Ethan had sent: “Isabelle, I’m heading back to school. Still have some assignments to finish! 

She put away her phone and looked at George as he walked back. 

Isabelle asked, “What did you talk about with my brother?” 

George replied, “Guy stuff.” 

“Who knew Mr. Harris is good at psychological counselling?” 

George replied, “It’s a shame Miss Jenkins will never need my counselling, but it’s also good that you 

don’t.” 

Isabelle smirked and turned to go inside.. 

They both sat back down on the sofa. 

George asked, “You mentioned you came back to Norward City today because your adopted parents are 

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Isabelle nodded. “Yeah.” 

So, the family she lived with for over ten years was falling apart, her biological parents didn’t want her, and besides her brother, she was alone. 

George looked at Isabelle with concern as she acted indifferently. 

She was someone who valued relationships and was strong–willed, yet she felt nothing for the Jenkins whom she lived with for over ten years. You can imagine what kind of life she must have had with her adoptive parents. 

George had met her adopted mother before. Calling her harsh was an understatement–it was really hard 

to describe. 

He asked gently, “Do you want to look for your mother?” 

Isabelle replied, “The Sullivans will take care of it.” 

The Sullivans owed it to Irene and Brad. It was their responsibility to find her. 

George nodded slightly, then sighed. “Though your parents‘ love story didn’t end well, their unwavering loyalty and support for each other make me envy them.” 

Throughout the conversation, Isabelle felt like she was being drenched in a bucket of melodrama. Without missing a beat, she blurted out, “Envy what? You can live perfectly fine without it.” 

When the person had died, what was the point of love? 

George fell silent for a moment after Isabelle’s remark. 

After finishing her drink, she turned to him and noticed his gaze fixed on her. She asked casually, “Still holding onto those romantic dreams, Mr. Harris?” 

After she spoke, she suddenly felt her words might not have been appropriate, especially since George was looking at her, and his object of admiration 

George said, “I was just thinking, Miss Jenkins, even though you’re younger than Dakota Sullivan, if we go by birth order, you’re the eldest daughter of the Sullivan family’s eldest son. So, you’re the true ‘eldest young lady of the Sullivan family.” 

He emphasised “eldest young lady” to remind her of something, with a hint of regret in his tone. 

But considering that Isabelle didn’t acknowledge the Sullivans, he felt at ease. 

Isabelle replied, “Mr. Harris, what are you regretting? The Sullivans have always had an eldest young lady, haven’t they?” 

George replied, I’m not interested in her.” 

Isabelle teased, “She’s probably quite interested in you.”