Under the Veil I Rule

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?

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

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

see above was a small opening, and the surrounding silence was so

was terrified, gripped by the fear of not knowing when or if she'd get out of here. Every second felt like an

when she suddenly noticed

she couldn't cry; she needed

Though Amara was easily

pessimist. She forced

been rescued. She had to believe she would be saved

even had the chance to enjoy life fully yet, and

talks, but her legs continued to shake uncontrollably. It wasn't just fear; the chill of late

with her knees pulled up to her chest, her head resting on