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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

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

came

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

for not knowing more. Despite

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of 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 and

what was truly frightening was that

off into deep thought for

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

the unease in

minutes later, she

after a few rings, sounding somewhat

do you want?” Maggie’s tone was

their motives.

by deliberately getting close

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

spit it out, what do you want?” Maggie pressed,

be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his hand nonchalantly.

that the painting was

and her face marked with scars, she exuded a serene demeanour.

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

words confirmed

again, his tone gentle, while his striking eyes reflected a hint of

in a

she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up, and tossed the painting into the toilet.

shot up, consuming the

of it, watching the black ashes fall, then turned around and

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afternoon, at the Westin

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

appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint of

knew Timmothy was

and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she

and hinted at his skill in hiding his

his book and

me.”