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Chapter 286 Maggie is Ruthless

Timmothy turned around. He placed the dagger in her hand and pointed it at his own heart.

Maggie blinked her eyes in disbelief as she looked at him.

He smiled and gazed at him with clear eyes. Timmothy applied more pressure to her hand, urging the dagger closer to his chest.

Maggie’s eyes welled up with tears. She couldn’t help but wonder if lunacy ran into their family.

Both Nathael and Timmothy seemed to share similar traits.

Timmothy towered over her, his presence casting a shadow on Maggie. Despite his imposing stature, he smiled at her with difficulty. “Go ahead, kill me. I can assure you they’ll release you once I’m gone,” he said.

His tone was light and eerily persuasive, drawing her towards the abyss.

Maggie felt a lump form in her throat, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her brow.

Kill him?

It crossed her mind that eliminating him could alleviate many of Nathael’s future troubles.

However, did she have the right to decide his fate without knowing the extent of Timmothy’s actions. against Nathael?

“Have you ever taken a life?”

He noticed her action. Timmothy chuckled and guided her hand, urging the dagger deeper into his flesh.

A dark red stain spread, creeping up his black shirt like a morbid flower blooming,

Maggie’s hand trembled as she gripped the dagger tightly, but she found herself unable to follow through.

In that moment, Maggie realized she had lost the battle.

She simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.

wouldn’t she be just like Sierra and the others?

Timmothy had suggested, it was because she had never taken a life before and simply couldn’t bring herself to do

to kill me now, Nathael could find you a lawyer and argue

continued to press the blade down, while she remained unable to push

despised her own

She couldn’t bring herself to pierce his heart or slit his throat, especially not when he spoke so calmly, with

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his voice barely a whisper in Maggie’s ear.

hand intensified. The dagger pierced his flesh with a dull thud, the sound echoing loudly

was a faint sound, but startlingly clear,

her hold and swung a fierce punch at Timmothy’s face.

the punch landed squarely on his face. He was

Maggie swiftly pulled out the

gash appeared on Timmothy’s face. The blood streaked down the wound, thick as undiluted ink, lending an eerie air to

took a couple of steps forward, their dark gun barrels

face Timmothy, disregarding the mercenaries” presence. With a cold stare, she confessed, I couldn’t bring myself to kill you, but that doesn’t

eyes dark and mysterious, a glimmer of something dancing within

don’t know why you hate Nathael so much, but since he

your actions.”

regarded her with an unreadable expression. Now, her eyes exuded a fierce, unrestrained

she had asked Nathael about the reasons for Timmothy’s resentment, but he had remained tight–lipped.

his own mistakes,

as he had done in their past lives, avoiding confrontation for a

of madness flickering across his face. “You know nothing. Don’t act self–righteous on behalf

coldly. She said, “Whatever debt Nathael owes you, I’ll repay

colder as he retorted, “Do you really think

challenged, refusing to

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Maggie

as he looked down, scrutinizing the woman before him