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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.
If she could, wouldn’t she be just like Sierra and the others?
It wasn’t merely about upholding her morals; perhaps, as Timmothy had suggested, it was because she had never taken a life before and simply couldn’t bring herself to do so.
Timmothy smiled, finding amusement in the situation. “If you were to kill me now, Nathael could find you a lawyer and argue for self–defense,” he said calmly.
Maggie and Timmothy found themselves locked in a stalemate. He continued to press the blade down, while she remained unable to push it forward.
She despised her own powerlessness.
But deep down, Maggie had to acknowledge that she couldn’t go through with it. She couldn’t bring herself to pierce his heart or slit his throat, especially not when he spoke so calmly, with a smile on his
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Suddenly. Timmothy leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper in Maggie’s ear. “What if I showed you how?” he suggested.
In the next instant, the pressure on his hand intensified. The dagger pierced his flesh with a dull thud, the sound echoing loudly in the silent woods.
It was a faint sound, but startlingly clear, as though it could penetrate one’s eardrums.
Maggie was unwilling to admit her defeat. She suddenly released her hold and swung a fierce punch at Timmothy’s face.
Caught off guard, Timmothy staggered as the punch landed squarely on his face. He was momentarily stunned.
In the next moment, Maggie swiftly pulled out the dagger and slashed viciously across his face!
Instantly, a seven–centimeter–long gash appeared on Timmothy’s face. The blood streaked down the wound, thick as undiluted ink, lending an eerie air to his face..
Samuel couldn’t help but flinch, and the mercenaries nearby took a couple of steps forward, their dark gun barrels pointed directly at Maggie.
Sweat trickled down Maggie’s forehead as she turned to face Timmothy, disregarding the mercenaries” presence. With a cold stare, she confessed, I couldn’t bring myself to kill you, but that doesn’t mean 1 won’t leave you with a trinket.”
Timmothy slowly raised his head, his eyes dark and mysterious, a glimmer of something dancing within them.
Maggie’s gaze remained steady as she continued, “I don’t know why you hate Nathael so much, but since he cares enough to protect you, I won’t disappoint him. We all have our struggles, but that doesn’t justify
your actions.”
Timmothy regarded her with an unreadable expression. Now, her eyes exuded a fierce, unrestrained intensity, as if she had lifted all taboos.
Her words were sincere, she had asked Nathael about the reasons for Timmothy’s resentment, but he had remained tight–lipped.
She understood Nathael’s silence–he wasn’t afraid to admit his own mistakes, but he didn’t want to expose Timmothy’s faults.
In a way, he was shielding his brother, just as he had done in their past lives, avoiding confrontation for a long time.
Timmothy let out a chilling laugh, a hint of madness flickering across his face. “You know nothing. Don’t act self–righteous on behalf of others!”
Maggie’s lips tightened as she observed him coldly. She said, “Whatever debt Nathael owes you, I’ll repay
Timmothy seemed to find this amusing. His gaze turned colder as he retorted, “Do you really think you can afford it?”
Then tell me,” Maggie challenged, refusing to back down.
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His eyes were enigmatic as he looked down, scrutinizing the woman before him with a sinister look.
After a moment, he took hold of her wrist and said jokingly, “What about falling in love with me?”
Maggie felt like she had heard the biggest joke ever. She was so frustrated that she almost burst out laughing.
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With a cold chuckle, she retorted, “That depends on whether you can actually win me over. Why would I give up Nathael? Who would do anything for me? Timmothy, what have you ever done to deserve that?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Timmothy slowly let go of her wrist, his hostility softening slightly as he muttered, “You’re heartless towards me.
Maggie shifted her gaze away, no longer looking at him.
In truth, when his expression turned cold and the harmless façade fell away, he bore a striking resemblance to Nathael.
Maggie’s throat felt dry her hair sticking to her face. With every gust of wind, the still–damp sweat chilled her to the bone, leaving her feeling more exhausted than if she had just–fought a tough battle.
She walked over to a nearby rock, gazing up at the now–high sun, and her thoughts slowly drifted away.
Maggie wondered how he was doing.
Meanwhile, Samuel tended to Timmothy’s wound briefly, a routine task given Timmothy’s frail health. Despite this, Samuel frowned as he inspected the wound, casting a glance at Maggie.
She kept Timmothy’s dagger with her.
It was a slender, sharp blade, both practical and elegant, designed in the Ecroabar style with a sapphire embedded in it.
As she eyed the sapphire, Maggie turned to Timmothy and demanded, “Give me back my brooch.”
She demanded boldly and unexpectedly firmly in the situation. Everyone looked at Maggie and scruntinized her.
Timmothy glanced up, his gaze meeting hers, showing no intention of returning it.
With a serene expression on her pale face, Maggie spoke in a raspy voice, “Give it back! I’ll design another one for you later.”
Finally, Timmothy relented, signaling to Toby, who handed the brooch to him. He examined it in his hand, his fingers delicately tracing the gemstone and his eyes reflecting a hint of contemplation.
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