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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

odds, engaging in both open

came

remembered things from before? If

hated her past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she knew too little

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Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each time or which encounters were

was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to

off into deep thought

she considered the possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would

the unease in her eyes, and calmed herself.

few minutes later, she called Timmothy back.

answered after a few rings, sounding somewhat

do you want?” Maggie’s

had their

seek by deliberately getting close to her and

taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked,

out, what do you want?”

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

the painting was quite

painting had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars, she exuded a

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

words confirmed

striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the

tightened, and she said in a

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

up, consuming

the black ashes fall,

You Threatening

in the afternoon, at the Westin

a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, which almost made his pale face

appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint of

Maggie knew Timmothy was

quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy

abnormal and hinted at his skill in hiding his

glanced up from his book and said, “I thought you

me.”