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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.

meant not only her but also Nathael could

odds, engaging in both open and

Nathael came out on

before? If he knew

knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she knew too little

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

part, what was truly frightening

into deep thought for a

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

in her eyes, and calmed

minutes later, she called

sounding somewhat puzzled.

do you want?” Maggie’s tone was frosty,

their motives.

did Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to her

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

out, what do you want?” Maggie

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

deny that the painting

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

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

words confirmed Maggie’s

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

and she said in a

while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up,

shot up, consuming

go of it, watching the black ashes fall, then turned around

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in the afternoon, at

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

knew Timmothy was

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

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

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

me.”