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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

always at odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles for a long time.

though Nathael came out on

if Timmothy remembered things from before? If he knew what happened,

her past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation,

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

lack of knowledge wasn’t the scary part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all

drifted off into deep thought

someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be

unease in her eyes, and calmed herself.

minutes later, she

sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is everything okay?”

you want?” Maggie’s tone

had their motives.

deliberately getting close to her and

He smiled and asked, “Did you check out

you want?” Maggie pressed, her patience

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

that the painting was quite beautiful.

had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars,

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

confirmed Maggie’s

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

tightened, and she said in a

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

shot up, consuming the painting

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

You

three in the afternoon, at the Westin

Maggie arrived, Timmothy was already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt

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

was far from innocent.

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

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

his book and said, “I

me.”