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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.

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

odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles for a

Nathael came out on top.

remembered things from before? If

self for not knowing more. Despite her

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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

what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to

drifted off into deep thought for

a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so close

glanced down, quelling the unease in her

later, she

sounding somewhat puzzled.

Maggie’s tone

had their motives.

seek by deliberately getting close to her and presenting her

aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you check out the painting?”

it out, what do you want?” Maggie

self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts in his hand

deny that the painting was quite

bandaged and her face

peach blossom tree, her hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet

words confirmed Maggie’s

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

she said in a low voice, “Time and place.”

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

consuming the

watching the black ashes fall, then turned

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afternoon, at

arrived, Timmothy 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

carrying

Timmothy was far from innocent.

quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t give off any red

abnormal and hinted at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps

from his book and said, “I

me.”