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Chapter 305 Aren’t You Afraid of Me?

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Timmothy remained silent for a moment, then twisted his thin lips and scoffed, “What’s the fun in you being dead? It’s way more thrilling to watch you live in agony.”

There was a glimmer of madness in his eyes, like two eerie flames dancing in the darkness of his pupils, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, sending shivers down Maggie’s spine.

Maggie stared directly arshim, unconsciously frowning.

For some unknown reason, she caught the brief pause before he spoke and the fleeting confusion in his

eyes.

So, in reality… just like Nathael can’t bring himself to harm Timmothy, does he actually care about Nathael in his heart, or perhaps in his subconscious?

As this thought crossed her mind. Maggie felt absurd.

Yet strangely, she couldn’t shake off that moment of silence and bewilderment from him….

“Why do you hate him?” Maggie asked softly. Nathael wouldn’t tell her, and Ericko always honoured his thoughts, so perhaps only if Timmothy told her would she understand.

Timmothy’s eyes took on a hint of crimson, and he sneered, “Who does he think he is? He promised my father he’d look after me, but within a year, he abandoned me. He kept saying he would shield me, but where was he when I was being humiliated?”

Maggie remained silent, noticing the veins bulging on his handsome face. In those seemingly innocent eyes of his, there was resentment, self–deprecation, grievance, and intense hatred.

The complexity was beyond imagination, making Maggie feel as if she were witnessing her dying self from a past life.

Maggie inexplicably recalled a tale of a demon trapped in a bottle that was cast into the sea, never to

escape.

In the first year, he pledged riches to whoever freed him.

In the second year, he promised eternal youth.

In the third year, he vowed to grant any wish

Until the hundredth year, when a fisherman released him, he sought to kill the fisherman out of despair.” He had resolved that he would kill whoever freed him!

stayed silent. She had never experienced his suffering, so

she’d always support Nathael, regardless of right or wrong, she didn’t want to counsel Timmothy about forgiveness and kindness at this

lunchtime. Should we order some

at her for a moment, then signalled the waiter and brought the menu. He reclined in

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gently shook her head, reminding herself, He’s a deranged lunatic. Don’t be

menu, selecting a few dishes she enjoyed, then turned to Timothy and asked, “What

window, appearing impatient,

dishes and ordered two desserts, suggesting, “Let’s have some dessert. It might lighten your mood.

on her,

of me?” Timmothy

crossed, you might want to lay me alive,

for her to continue.

you, but pain will. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I’m

bitterness in her words, and strangely, it lifted his spirits a

the dishes started arriving one by one.

from a severe illness, neglecting her well–being

eating was quite refined and different

presence.

Timmothy’s past and how

finished, the other items were cleared away, leaving only desserts

her, gently reminding her, “Don’t forget about my

the

she might have forgotten about it if he hadn’t brought it up. Meeting his intensel gaze, she sighed. “Let’s set a deadline for three months from now. I tend to take my time with these

on paper to sculpting, sourcing materials

hands–on. Unless

she didn’t want to go back on

his mind and tried to take away what

she do?

already had a den

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

quite perplexing. However, under her scrutiny,

even reminded her of

ever consulted a