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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 in danger.

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

Nathael came out on

things from before? If he knew what

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 or which encounters were life–threatening showdowns

knowledge wasn’t the scary part, what was truly

off into deep thought for

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

the unease in her

few minutes later, she called Timmothy

answered after a few rings, sounding somewhat

you want?” Maggie’s

their

deliberately getting close to her and

by her coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you check out

spit it out, what do you want?” Maggie pressed, her

your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his hand nonchalantly.

couldn’t deny that the painting was

the woman in the painting had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars, she exuded

the peach blossom tree, her hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a

words confirmed Maggie’s

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

tightened, and she said in a low

her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit

shot up, consuming the painting

go of it, watching the black

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in the afternoon, at

white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in

harmless appearance, carrying

was far from

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

his skill in hiding his true intentions or

glanced up from his book and said,

me.”