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, he could see she seemed on the verge of laughter but restrained. herself.
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