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

at odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles

Nathael came out on top.

things from before? If he knew what

suddenly hated her past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she

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between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each

part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the

off into deep thought for

have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person

quelling the unease in her

later, she called Timmothy

rings, sounding somewhat puzzled.

Maggie’s tone was frosty,

their

by deliberately getting close to her and presenting her with this

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

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

see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts

that the painting was

in the painting had her eyes bandaged and

breeze, emitting a fragile yet

confirmed Maggie’s

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

said in

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

up, consuming the painting entirely.

go of it, watching the black ashes fall,

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the afternoon, at the

He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by

carrying a youthful

Maggie knew Timmothy was

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

at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his deep cunning.

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

me.”

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