Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 286

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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Chapter 286 Maggle is Ruthless

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.

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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?”

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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