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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.

did remember his past life, it meant not only her but also Nathael could be

always at odds, engaging in both open and

Nathael came out on top.

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

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

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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

drifted off into deep thought for

the possibility that someone else might have experienced a

down, quelling the unease in her

minutes later, she called

rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is

you want?” Maggie’s tone

their

getting close

He smiled and asked, “Did

you want?” Maggie pressed, her

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

that the painting was quite

had her eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars, she exuded a

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

confirmed

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

she said in a low voice, “Time and

her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it

shot up, consuming

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in the afternoon, at

Maggie arrived, Timmothy was already there, holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the window, bathed

appearance, carrying a youthful

knew Timmothy was far from innocent.

been through some tough times herself and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t give

skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps

sat across from Timmothy. He glanced up from his book

me.”