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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 but also Nathael

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

Nathael came out

Timmothy remembered things from before? If he knew what happened,

suddenly hated her past self for not knowing more. Despite her reincarnation, she

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

lack of knowledge wasn’t the scary part, what was truly frightening

into deep thought for a while,

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

down, quelling the unease in her

minutes later, she called Timmothy back.

few rings, sounding somewhat puzzled. “Is

you want?” Maggie’s tone

their motives.

close to her and presenting her with this

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

out, what do you want?”

be curious to see your old self,” Timmothy remarked, twirling a pair

that the painting

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

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

confirmed Maggie’s

his tone gentle, while his striking eyes reflected a hint of dark green in the

and she said in a low voice, “Time

at the painting in her hand for a while. Then, she grabbed a lighter, headed to the bathroom, lit it up, and tossed the painting into

up, consuming the painting

watching the black

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afternoon, at the

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,

carrying

knew Timmothy was far from

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

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

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

me.”