The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

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."

up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like

he took her delicate hand and placed it

a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes

to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had they connected? How had he not noticed at

waiting for my call

paused, her voice soft and frail, "Ms.

contact me is yours, but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve.

patience to the caller. She remained silent,

admired how

et

ine

her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior or entitled to

reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent

called to tell

to

rapist." Rachel's voice choked up, her words trembling

his heart raced, and his jaw