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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

lives, they were always at odds, engaging in

Nathael came out

Timmothy remembered things from before? If

suddenly hated her past self for not knowing

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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

what was truly frightening

off into deep

considered the possibility that someone else might have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so close to her.

down, quelling the unease in her eyes, and

she called Timmothy

rings, sounding somewhat puzzled.

want?” Maggie’s

had their

seek by deliberately getting close to

didn’t seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled and asked, “Did you check out

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

I figured you’d be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair of walnuts

couldn’t deny that the painting

bandaged and her face marked with scars, she exuded a serene

hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet

words confirmed Maggie’s

his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the sunlight. “Wanna come

throat tightened, and she said in a low voice,

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

up, consuming the

watching the black ashes fall, then turned around and left.

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three in the afternoon, at the

holding a foreign–language novel. He wore a milky. white round–neck sweatshirt and sat by the

appearance, carrying a youthful vibe with a hint

was

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

at his skill in hiding his true intentions or perhaps his deep cunning.

sat across from Timmothy. He glanced up from his book and

me.”