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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!

had never experienced his suffering, so she wouldn’t preach kindness.

support Nathael, regardless of right or wrong, she didn’t want

“It’s lunchtime. Should we

menu. He reclined in his chair, his gaze lowering slightly.

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her head, reminding herself, He’s a deranged

dishes she enjoyed, then turned to Timothy and

the window, appearing impatient, and

dessert. It might lighten your mood.

gaze on her, seemingly emerging from some emotional abyss.

of me?” Timmothy inquired softly, scrutinising her

softly. “Of course, I am. I’m afraid that if your wires get crossed, you might want to lay me alive, or if you’re in

for her to continue.

but pain will. Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I’m afraid of you or hate you; one call from you, and I’ll still come running,” Maggie

hint of bitterness in her words, and strangely,

dishes started arriving

with genuine focus. Considering she had recently recovered from a severe illness, neglecting her well–being would only lead

refined and different from Nathael’s gracefulness, It had a touch of meekness, almost

presence.

about Timmothy’s past and how he had evolved into person he was

items were cleared away, leaving only

her, gently reminding her, “Don’t

the

brought it up. Meeting his intensel gaze, she sighed. “Let’s set a deadline for three months from

to sculpting, sourcing

this process and preferred to be hands–on. Unless

she had agreed, she didn’t want to go

changed his mind and tried to take away what he wanted

she do?

already

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“Alright, Timmothy replied.

quite perplexing. However, under her scrutiny, he exuded a sense of depth and coldness, with a

he even reminded her of

a doctor?” Maggie inquired.