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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.

remember his past life, it meant not only her but also Nathael could be in danger.

odds, engaging in both

Nathael came

Timmothy remembered things from before? If he knew what happened, he’d have an advantage.

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

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

part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy

into deep thought for

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

glanced down, quelling the unease in her eyes, and calmed

she called

after a few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled.

want?” Maggie’s tone was frosty,

had their

Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to her

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

you want?” Maggie pressed, her patience

be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair

deny that the painting

bandaged and her

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

words confirmed Maggie’s suspicions.

tone gentle, while his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green

throat tightened, and she said in a low voice, “Time and

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

consuming the painting

watching the black ashes fall, then turned

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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 sat by the

that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with

was far

times herself and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found

was abnormal and hinted at his skill in hiding his true

from his book and said, “I

me.”