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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 her but also Nathael could be

always at odds, engaging in both

Nathael came out

things from before? If

self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she knew

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wasn’t aware of the specifics of the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced

truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed

into deep thought for

before had she considered the possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers,

glanced down, quelling the unease in her eyes, and

few minutes later, she called Timmothy

sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is

Maggie’s tone

had their motives.

close to

seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you check out the painting?”

out, what do you want?” Maggie pressed, her patience

to see your old self,” Timmothy

deny that the painting was quite beautiful.

painting had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars,

in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that tugged at

words confirmed Maggie’s suspicions.

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

tightened, and she said in a low voice, “Time and

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

up, consuming

watching the black ashes fall, then

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the afternoon,

He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight,

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

Timmothy was far

to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t give off

at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his

from Timmothy. He glanced up from his

me.”