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."

tensed up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips

her delicate

friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief, staring at Bella's barely concealed

and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had

for my call every

soft and frail, "Ms.

decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined

extended considerable patience to the caller.

often admired how

et

ine

achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior

Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked

called to

to testify

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

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced, and his jaw