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Chapter 250 Are You Threatening Me?

The painting depicted not a stranger but a woman.

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The woman’s eyes were covered with thick white bandages, and her face was crisscrossed with numerous scars, grotesque and terrifying.

Even though Maggie had never seen herself disfigured and blinded in her past life, at this moment, she could recognise that the person in the painting was her.

Not only did the gouged–out eyes and destroyed face resemble hers, but so did the face itself.

Maggie’s throat tightened, and her heart raced.

Was this from Timmothy?

Or did someone else slip it in?

No, it must be from Timmothy. When he mentioned that so–called friend, Maggie always found it odd and suspicious.

But she never imagined that Timmothy would have someone deliver it to her and then act like nothing happened.

Maggie pushed aside her growing unease and picked up the painting, taking a closer look.

The scars on the woman’s face were like a roadmap of pain, and only those who had lived through such agony would recognise each one’s precise location.

Many times later, her fingertips traced over those scars.

Now, looking at the woman’s face in the painting, Maggie couldn’t help but notice the uncanny resemblance to her past scars.

Timmothy had seen me before.

Wait, had he… also been reborn?

How could that even be possible?

If he didn’t have memories from his past life, how could all of this make sense?

At that moment, Maggie couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease.

he did remember his past life, it meant not only

past lives, they were always at odds, engaging in both open

came out

remembered things from before? If he knew what happened, he’d have

past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation,

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of the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each time

what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the answers.

off into deep thought for a

might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so close

glanced down, quelling the unease in her

later, she called

rings, sounding somewhat

Maggie’s tone

had their

did Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to

didn’t seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you

you want?” Maggie

mad? I figured you’d be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his hand nonchalantly.

that the painting

the woman in the painting had her eyes bandaged and

fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile

confirmed Maggie’s suspicions.

hint of dark green in the

she said in a low voice, “Time

stared at the painting in her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up, and tossed

consuming the

black ashes fall,

You Threatening Me?

the afternoon,

arrived, Timmothy was already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, which almost made

still had that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a

was far from

some tough times herself and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t give off any red flags.

hinted at his skill in hiding

from Timmothy. He glanced up from his book and said, “I thought

me.”