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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.

past life, it meant not only her but also Nathael could be in

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

Nathael came out

things from before? If he knew

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

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know the risks Nathael faced each time or which encounters were life–threatening showdowns between

what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all the answers.

drifted off into deep thought for a while,

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

quelling the unease in her eyes,

later, she called Timmothy

after a few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled.

want?” Maggie’s tone

had their

getting close to her and presenting her

smiled and asked,

it out, what do you want?”

you mad? I figured you’d 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,

breeze, emitting a fragile

words 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

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

consuming the

the black ashes fall, then turned around

Are You Threatening Me?

the afternoon, at

was already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed in sunlight, which almost made his

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

knew Timmothy was far from

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

skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his

his book and

me.”