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Maggie’s heart was in her throat, but she appeared calmer than she felt.

After all, she had come to terms with the reality of the situation. Nathael’s life hung by a thread, and her own path was uncertain. What was there to fear, despite Timmothy being a madman?

She didn’t wish to contemplate that final step, yet her reddened eyes met Timmothy’s gaze with a steady resolve.

After a pause, Timmothy chuckled softly. He tossed the brooch back to her. He looked at her and said deliberately. “If the design of my brooch isn’t beautiful, I’d be upset.”

Maggie quickly caught it. As her anxiety slowly dissipated, she looked at the intact brooch in her hand.

She lowered her eyes. Her long lashes cast a shadow. She silently pocketed the object.

Once she had adjusted her attire, she saw that Timmothy’s wound was almost dealt with. Then, she stood up to continue the climb,

Walking beside her, Timmothy said, “If you deceive me, I’ll take Nathael’s.

His voice carried a note of delight and thrill, hinting at some unspoken excitement.

Maggie couldn’t help but glance at him. She felt a slight relief and said coldly, “If it ends up in his hands, it would be a feat for you to reclaim it.”

His words implied that he didn’t truly intend to kill Nathael.

Otherwise, why would he speak of taking something from a dead man?

Her mood lightened slightly at this statement. She softly asked, “What style do you like?”

Timmothy seemed taken aback by her serious question. After a moment of silence, he said, “The beautiful kind.”

Maggie snickered. She couldn’t resist looking at him again. Their eyes met. His pale pupils had a trace of carnestness akin to that of a fawn, devoid of any malice or madness, making all that had happened seem like a misconception.

He seemed like a child throwing a tantrum.

Forty minutes later, at the summit of Parbo Hill.

The peak was relatively flat, with a moderately old monastery built on top. In front of the monastery stood a thriving banyan tree.

was a lovers‘ bridge, heavy with multicolored locks that bore

bridge was a cafe offering simple drinks at a relatively cheap price. There were hardly any customers, which allowed the

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The

a message to Nathael

mountain paths, her chances of escape were slim, and even if she did manage to escape, it would take an uncertain amount of time to find anyone,

from the vendors and the cafe owner, there doesn’t seem to be any other hope.

Timmothy approached her and relayed gently, “Nathael’s

turned towards him and quried,

smile and asked rhetorically, “How else would Nathael believe you are inside?”

of candles burning filled the

towering statue. Her

any candles but simply

gazed at the statue for a long time

beings overseeing this world, they would keep Nathael’s safety.

sourness welled up in Maggie’s

If there were to be any punishment, she was ready to take

returned to Maggie and asked, “What wish did

gazed directly at a statue and

why drag my cousin into this? Better to part ways now and live happily apart,” Timmothy said

resonant

him. Her gaze was inquisitive as she asked, “What do you want from

Maggie. He said in a low voice, “Nothing much, just that whatever he has,

caused Maggie’s chest to clench.

her and said maliciously, “I

should have stabbed that dagger into his heart earlier on, instead of merely leaving a

“The show

walked towards a room in the monastery with Maggie

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follow.

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someone bring

situation outside the