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Chapter 250

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

engaging in both open and covert

Nathael came out

remembered things from before? If he

past self for not knowing more. Despite

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aware of the specifics of the conflict between Timmothy and Nathael, nor did she know the risks Nathael faced each time or which

what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed

deep thought

a rebirth like hers, and that person

in her eyes, and calmed

few minutes later, she called Timmothy back.

a few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is everything okay?”

you want?” Maggie’s tone was frosty,

their

deliberately getting close to her and

seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and

out, what do you want?” Maggie pressed, her patience wearing

curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling

couldn’t deny that the painting was quite

painting had her eyes bandaged and her face

the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty

confirmed Maggie’s

spoke again, his tone gentle, while his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the sunlight. “Wanna come out and

tightened, and she said in a low

up, she stared at the painting in her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter,

shot up, consuming the painting

black

You

the 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

carrying a

was

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

in hiding

He glanced up from his book

me.”

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