Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442 Tasty Noodle 

Firdened 

The little boy immediately got up again, rushed over, and hugged one of the man’s arms, his little fists raining down on the man’s body like ineffective punches. “Get out, get out, get out 

The boy agilely hooked one of the man’s legs with his own, hanging onto the man’s body and shouting, “Her husband will be back soon!” 

He tried to scare the man away. 

But the man, empty–handed and fearless, easily pulled the boy away and threw. him to the side. 

The man’s wolf–like eyes locked onto Isabelle, his mouth uttering words too foul to bear, eagerly advancing towards her. 

Isabelle’s hand under the blanket tightened around the short knife George left for her self–defence, her eyes flashing with cold determination. 

Just as the guy was about to jump onto the bed, George came rushing back. 

Before Isabelle could do anything, George landed a swift side kick, sending the guy flying to the side. Then, he grabbed him by the back of his shirt, pinched his neck, and yanked him away from the bed, slamming him hard against the wall. 

The impact knocked the guy out cold in an instant. 

George released him and hurried over to the bed, asking with concern, “You okay?” 

He quickly pulled back the covers to check on Isabelle. 

Isabelle softly reassured him, letting him know she was fine. 

George went out to investigate the situation but didn’t find any trace of the Dark Shadow for the time being/Isabelle’s wounds were just starting to heal, so she tried not to move unless necessary. They could hide out here for another day if they had to. 

So George decided not to leave and instead took care of the man’s body. 

In the slums, losing one person and having one die didn’t raise any suspicions at 

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Chapter 447 Tasty Noodle 

While George was dealing with the body, the little boy came and wiped away the bloodstains from the ground with soil. 

He cried as he wiped, probably scared and mourning the death of his uncle, even though his uncle wasn’t good to him. He was a bad person, but he was the only family he had left. 

Though he was young, growing up in the slums had toughened him up to the harsh realities of life and death, so he wasn’t easily scared.. 

The boy cleaned up the dirt from the floor, then glanced over at Isabelle in the bed, her face all grimy. 

He then checked the closed door, maybe to see if George had come back. 

Isabelle watched him and asked in Egnaric, “What’s your name?” 

The boy told her his name, and Isabelle didn’t say anything more. 

Before long, George returned. 

The little guy said to him with a guilty look, “Sorry, I couldn’t protect your wife. My uncle was a bad man.” 

George kept a straight face, but seeing the sincerity in the boy’s eyes, he finally said, trying to comfort him, “You did your best, kid. You’re pretty brave.” 

Once the boy left, George approached the bed, feeling a bit relieved as he looked. at Isabelle. 

Isabelle spoke in a steady tone, without much emotion, “Once we’re out of danger, let’s send someone to take this kid away.” 

George agreed. “Sure thing, I’ll do as you say.” 

Inside the small house. 

The little guy slurped up a bowl of noodles like they were the best thing ever, his freshly washed face looking all cute and innocent. 

He crouched against the wall, holding his bowl, munching away while watching George feed Isabelle, his eyes bright with curiosity. 

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Chapter 142 Tasty Momite 

“So, when did you and your wife get married?” 

The little guy asked, sounding surprisingly mature. 

George glanced at Isabelle before answering, “We haven’t gotten married yet.” 

The boy followed up, “So is your wife gonna have a baby?” 

George looked at Isabelle again, catching her not–so–friendly look. He didn’t dare to say the wrong thing. “Nah.” 

The little boy bombarded them with questions, “So when are you guys getting married? When are you having kids? If you have a girl, will she be as pretty as your wife?” 

None of these questions were ones George could answer. 

Isabelle chimed in, “You’re so young, yet you’re already so interested in getting married and having kids. Don’t you have any other dreams?” 

The little boy stood up slightly, stretching his legs that had gone a bit numb from. crouching. Even though it was freezing outside, he had his bare feet on display, showing off two dark little soles. 

He replied, “Yeah, I want noodles every day.” 

Isabelle teased, “You mean the noodles in your bowl?” 

There was a hint of disdain in her tone.