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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.

his past life, it meant not only her but

were always at odds, engaging in both open and covert struggles

though Nathael came out

Timmothy remembered things from before? If he knew

self for not knowing

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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

truly frightening

into deep thought for a

have experienced a rebirth like hers, and that person would be so

unease in her eyes, and calmed herself.

few minutes later, she called Timmothy

sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is everything

do you want?” Maggie’s

had their

what did Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to her and presenting

didn’t seem taken aback by her coldness. He smiled

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

old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a

the painting

eyes bandaged and her face marked with scars,

hair fluttered in the breeze, emitting a fragile yet captivating beauty that

words confirmed

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

throat tightened, and she said in a low voice, “Time

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

shot up, consuming the painting

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

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afternoon, at

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

that gentle and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe

knew Timmothy was

some tough times herself and being quite sensitive to people’s vibes, she found it odd that Timmothy didn’t give off any red flags.

and hinted at his skill in hiding his true

Timmothy. He glanced up from his book and said, “I thought you

me.”