Cause Time Wasn't In Our Favor Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lisa's lips curled into a sarcastic smile as she ignored Susan rearing her chin arrogantly because she had her mother-in-law's seal of approval. "Oh, now that you mention it…" she said slowly. "Chuck always told me you were troublesome and not to bother reaching out to you. Guess he's right about that—it's no shocker that he'd feed you lies just to keep you in some hick town. Really, I wonder if he knows you're here now…"

“Then it’s starting.” And we both knew we didn’t have much time left.

But it would be. And we were running out of time.

“I don’t trust Vescari, and neither should you.” “Then maybe,” I hissed, trying to breathe around the panic clawing up my throat, “You should’ve grabbed a jacket for yourself to hide it in.” “There was no time,” he said flatly. “There was plenty of time!” “There was no time,” he repeated, voice sharp, jaw set. “Every second we waited gave Vescari more time to prepare. And the more time he had, the more chance he’d sabotage the meeting.” I blinked, heart still racing.

We needed every bit of help we could get if we were to have any hope of conquering Acelia and putting this mess behind us. Time was our enemy, and its relentless march forward served as a constant reminder of the urgency that enveloped us. We couldn't afford to delay, to hesitate, or to waste any opportunity that came our way. The fate of our existence hung in the balance, pushing us to seize every chance and seek assistance from anyone who was willing to join our cause, and in this case, Clara— a woman we had no reason to believe a word she uttered.

Not by a long shot. And this time, I wasn’t sure we’d all make it out alive.

Because this wasn’t something we could fix the way we had before. The ground split beneath us again and this time The territory didn’t recognize anyone. Not even us.

Their time… had truly run out.

All I knew was that the fight for our baby had just become much, much bigger. We were running out of time.

Timothy was outside the lobby waiting for us . "How did it go?", he asked. "I need a long bath and some good food", I mumbled walking pass him. "Was it that terrible?", he asked. "6 hours of my life wasted, I should have used that time to watch a series or something, now we gotta come back in two days", I said. "Meaning we can't make it back tomorrow? leaving the company in Anthony's hands is scaring me". We got into our car, Asher was driving.