NovelOnlineChapter 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 becaware 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 cto 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 cto rescue her?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter 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.
She was terrified, gripped by the fear of not knowing when or if she'd get out of here. Every second felt like an
eternity.
She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there when she suddenly noticed her cheeks felt damp. Touching
her face, she realized she was crying.
No, no, she couldn't cry; she needed to conserve her energy!
Though Amara was easily
frightened, she wasn't entirely a pessimist. She forced herself to think of stories where people
trapped for days in earthquakes and tsunamis had been rescued. She had to believe she would be saved soon
too. She was too young to die here.
She was beautiful, finally back to her original self after a long struggle. She hadn't even had the chance to enjoy
life fully yet, and she was pregnant. She couldn't die here!
Amara kept giving herself pep talks, but her legs continued to shake uncontrollably. It wasn't just fear; the chill of
late autumn had seeped into the pit and the dropped temperature was much lower underground than above. She
was freezing. .net
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 twas 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
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrescues 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? Céntent belongs to
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?"
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