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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.

he did remember his past life, it meant not only her but also

engaging in both open and covert struggles for a

though Nathael came out

remembered things from before? If he knew what happened, he’d have

for not knowing more.

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

part, what was truly frightening was that Timmothy seemed to have all

drifted off into deep thought for a while,

considered the possibility that someone else might have experienced a

down, quelling the unease in her eyes, and calmed herself.

minutes later, she

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

do you want?” Maggie’s tone

had their

did Timmothy seek by deliberately getting close to her and presenting her with this painting?

He smiled and asked, “Did you

do you want?” Maggie pressed,

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

couldn’t deny that the painting was quite

woman in the painting had her eyes bandaged and her face marked

breeze, emitting a

confirmed Maggie’s suspicions.

reflected a hint of dark green in the sunlight. “Wanna come out and chat

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

for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter,

consuming the painting

let go of it, watching the black ashes

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in the afternoon, at the Westin

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

and harmless appearance, carrying a youthful vibe

Timmothy was far from

people’s vibes, she found it odd that

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

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

me.”