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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.

it meant not only her but also Nathael could be in danger.

they were always at odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles for

though Nathael came out on

things from before? If he knew what happened,

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

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the specifics of the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each time or which encounters were life–threatening showdowns between him

truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the

deep thought for

the possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so close

down, quelling the unease in her

she called Timmothy back.

after a few rings, sounding

want?” Maggie’s

had their motives.

getting close to her and presenting her with this painting?

her coldness. He smiled

what do you want?” Maggie pressed, her

old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in

the painting

in the painting had her eyes bandaged and

blossom tree, her hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that tugged at the heartstrings.

confirmed Maggie’s suspicions.

eyes reflected a hint of dark

throat tightened, and she said in a

hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter,

consuming

watching the black ashes fall, then turned

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in the afternoon, at the Westin

milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by

that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint of

knew Timmothy was far

through some tough times herself and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd

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

his book and said, “I thought you

me.”