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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.

not only her but also Nathael could

always at odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles for a

came out on

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

suddenly hated her past self for not knowing more. Despite

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and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each time or which encounters were life–threatening showdowns

of knowledge wasn’t the scary part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy

deep thought for a

have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would

quelling the unease in her

minutes later, she called Timmothy

after a few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is everything

want?” Maggie’s

had their

getting close to her and presenting her with

by her coldness. He smiled and asked,

you want?”

figured you’d be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his

couldn’t deny that the painting

her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars, she

tree, her hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that tugged

confirmed

his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the sunlight. “Wanna come out and chat for a bit?”

said in a low voice, “Time and place.”

Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up, and tossed the painting into

shot up, consuming the painting

let go of it, watching the black

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in the afternoon,

a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the

still had that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with

knew Timmothy was

people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t give off any red flags.

hinted at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his

sat across from Timmothy. He glanced up from his book and said, “I thought you were avoiding

me.”