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."

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

intently at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over

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

speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise,

been waiting for

voice soft and frail, "Ms. Thompson, if I never reached out

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

considerable patience to the caller. She remained

often admired how

et

ine

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

Bella. With others, he lacked the

called to

ready to testify

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

heart raced,