Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 226

The sentence cut off, and suddenly, there was just silence. Amara stared at the black screen of her phone, completely dumbfounded. Was it really out of battery this fast?

A chilling thought crept into her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. If Finnian hadn't called just now, and if she hadn't thought to reach out for help immediately, would her phone have died in those few minutes of hesitation?

Then she'd be stuck here, alone, in this underground pit beneath Mystic Rock Garden, and no one would find her. She'd just perish from hunger, and decades later, someone would stumble upon her remains.

No, she had to stop thinking like that! Amara suddenly became aware of the icy chill in her limbs and the cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. Her own imagination had terrified her to the core.

She sat down, trying to calm herself as she waited for Finnian to come to her rescue. But then she recalled an important detail—she’d been so frantic just now, and did Finnian catch her words?

And even if he had heard her, would he actually come to rescue her?

After all, they were divorced. Finnian had no obligation to help her. What if he simply didn't want to? Or what if Liliana, who was with him at the moment, hearing her words, stopped him from coming to her aid? Or worse, what if Finnian did come, but couldn't find her? What then?

Her mind raced with dozens of scenarios, none of them good. The panic she had barely managed to suppress flared up again.

Biting her lip hard, Amara paced in circles, overwhelmed by the potential outcomes she was conjuring up, scaring herself half to death.

With her phone dead, all she could see above was a small opening, and the surrounding silence was so complete she could hear a pin drop.

Sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, her head resting on them, she couldn't help it anymore and began to cry softly.

What time was it now? She wasn't wearing a watch, her phone was dead, and she had no way of knowing the time.

All those stories of miraculous rescues were just that—stories. They were newsworthy because they were rare, she speculated. People who didn't make it weren't reported. Was her chance of rescue really that slim? Was she going to end here?

Once a pessimistic thought took root, it grew relentlessly in her mind. Gradually, Amara truly believed she might die here today, her quiet sobs turning louder.

"Amara, Amara, are you there?"