Justin paused as he combed through Bella's hair, looking toward the phone screen.

"Bella, do you recognize the number?"

"No."

"Should we answer it then?" Justin asked, brows furrowing.

Typically, Bella never answered calls from unknown numbers, and it was rare for her to receive them.

However, her heart throbbed with a sense of anticipation this time. She felt like ignoring this call might mean missing out on something crucial. "Hello," Bella answered, her voice gentle.

"H-Hello."

On the other end of the phone, a timid, soft, and gentle voice of a young woman emerged, sounding slightly similar to that of her younger sister. Bella and Justin exchanged glances. Then, she quickly put the phone on speaker and began recording. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Is this Ms. Bella Thompson?" The girl asked softly.

"Yes, this is Bella Thompson speaking."

"I... I'm Rachel Mead."

Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling and

took her delicate

and friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've

she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had they

waiting for my

soft and frail, "Ms. Thompson, if I

wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There followed a long silence on

patience to the

admired

et

ine

maintain such composure. She was always willing to humble herself and endure hardships to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior or entitled to

something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent patience she

I called to

I'm ready to

a rapist." Rachel's voice choked up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth,

fluttered intensely, his heart

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