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Chapter 288 I’m Not Worth It
Maggie’s eyes swelled with a sour sensation as she fixed them on the man on the screen.
He was disheveled, as he was still in the same suit he wore the day they went to watch the competition. His beautiful eyes were tinged with the red of sleeplessness, and his hair was messy from a night without rest, coupled with the weariness from travel. It added a rare disheveledness to his appearance.
Nevertheless, despite this, the tension in his expression intensified like churning like a stormy cloud, and the icy aura radiating from him was hard to suppress. The once fierce and controlled malice he had previously held back now surfaces prominently. His dark eyes gleamed with a cold, murderous gaze, akin to that of a demon wandering on earth.
Timmothy nonchalantly hung up. He turned to Maggie and said, “It seems like I’ve worried you for nothing. Alex and Nelson only showed up at Alosea’s factory as a diversion.”
His voice was calm, as if discussing the uncertain weather of the day, tinged with a hint of regret.
However, the scar across his face was a gruesome sight. The man, who was previously perceived as harmless, appeared eerie..
Flaws always bring a sense of sorrow.
Maggie said nothing. She knew Timmothy wasn’t likely to stop his maneuvers just yet. With her falling into his hands, she became his best leverage against Nathael.
Did Timmothy have any weaknesses?
To her knowledge, his father had passed away early. His brother was severely injured in a scheme at the age of eighteen and had been disabled since. His mother had been driven mad by him and was now living in seclusion, rarely seen in public.
So, did he care for anyone at all?
Threatening his life? She had tried before, but this madman didn’t fear death.
Maggie’s eyes drifted to the book before him. She wondered if there was truly no way to break this stalemate.
“What is in your mind?” Timmothy asked, and his interest piqued as he looked at her.
Maggie met his gaze and revealed honestly, Tm wondering if there is anything in this world that
you fear.”
Timmothy chuckled. He leaped to his feet and said, “T’d like to know that myself.”
Maggie fell silent. Timmothy said, “I’ll take you to see Nathael.”
Minutes later, Maggie followed Timmothy into the old chapel.
Nathael’s eyes locked firmly on Maggie to ensure her safety. After that, his worrisome heart began to calm. down.
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He shouldn’t have come.
But how could he not?
Despite all that had happened in their past lives, he was willing to gamble his life away. Now, having tasted affection in this life, he was even less likely to stay away.
“You arrived faster than I expected, Timmothy said warmly, breaking the intense gaze between the two.
Nathael’s gaze shifted from Maggie to Timmothy, complex emotions brewing in his eyes. He asked, “What do you want?”
Timmothy smiled maliciously. His eyes were lacking focus but piercing when they met Nathael’s, carrying an icy indifference.
“It’s simple. You can walk out of this monastery after you leave a finger behind.”
Nathael’s expression didn’t waver, but Maggie was stunned for a few seconds. She tried to run towards Nathael, but Toby grabbed her firmly, pulling her back.. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.
Maggie’s eyes were bloodshot as she turned to Timmothy. She quried, “Timmothy! What honor is there in using me as a pawn to win?”
Timmothy’s expression remained cold. His eyes were cold and sinister as he said, “You just said it yourself. Everything has two sides. It’s impossible that only glorious things exist in this world?”
As he spoke, Timmothy gestured to Samuel for a dagger, tossed it to Nathael, and said. “I trust you will not let Maggie down.”
As Ethan and Nathael’s expressions turned colder, they ignored the barrels pointed at them, steadfastly aiming their own at Timmothy.
Nathael didn’t pick up the thrown dagger; instead, he gazed distantly at Maggie.
Tears blurred her vision, making it impossible for her to see his face clearly. She forced herself to remain calm and spoke through sobs, I’m not worth it.”
He looked at her. A trace of tenderness flowed through his eyes as he prompted, “Close your eyes.
Three simple words, but deep and impactful.
Maggie’s tears burst forth as she desperately shook her head. Her voice was trembling and sharp as she threatened, “If you do that, I’ll break up with you now!”
Nathael’s expression remained unchanged. He simply stated, “I owe him this much. It has nothing to do with you.
In the next instant, Nathael withdrew his gaze and walked toward the altar. He turned sideways to avoid. Maggie’s line of sight.
A delicate dagger slid from his sleeve. He swiftly left a section of his pinky on the altar,
“No! Please, don’t…” Maggie cried out, struggling to run forward.
Expressionless. Toby grabbed her. Maggie turned to claw his face: she bit his hand fiercely like a
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madwoman.
However, all her efforts were in vain.
Toby was trained by the Harrises to stay by Timmothy’s side. He wouldn’t blink, even if it meant sacrificing
his life.
In just a moment, Nathael’s face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, didn’t blink. The look in his narrow, ink–black eyes was as dark as the ocean.
yet
he
Blood dripped down from his hand; the almost imperceptible sound seemed to hammer into Maggie’s heart.
She was on the verge of passing out as she stared blankly at the scene before her.
The world seemed to freeze in place, and she found herself unable to make a sound; tears were no longer flowing. Her once–beautiful almond eyes now reflected only emptiness, as if her soul had vanished.
She stared at the severed finger through tear–blurred vision, feeling her heart rip apart.
Despite starting anew, nothing seemed to change, did it?
It was her, wasn’t it? She was the one dragging him down.
Maybe she shouldn’t have entered his life at all.
Timmothy smiled and escorted Maggie out of the chapel, bidding farewell to Nathael. “Take care, Nathael,” he said.
“Nathael!” she called out, her voice choking with emotion. Suddenly, the largest statue in the chapel exploded into pieces.
The explosion engulfed the room in dust and flames as it collapsed with a deafening crash.
“No!” Maggie watched in horror as Timmothy led her to a café outside the chapel, witnessing the instant destruction of the centuries–old monastery. The dust filled the air, stones tumbled down, the summit. shook, the earth trembled, and the body of the mountain roared.
In a flash, the earth quaked.
The world seemed to be tearing apart..
Struggling to stand, Maggie tried to run towards the chapel, but Toby firmly held her back, pushing her onto a bench.
Drawing her dagger, she turned and stabbed him aggressively, her eyes filled with ferocious hatred.
However, she was no match for Toby, who quickly disarmed her with ease with a few moves.
Amidst the swirling dust, Timmothy remained calm. He poured a cup of coffee for Maggie as he remarked, “What a shame! You rejected me before, but I hope you’ll reconsider next time.”