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."

like a drum, her

gazed intently at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand

"I've been waiting for your call every day,

been waiting for Rachel's call, which implied she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when

for

her voice soft and frail, "Ms. Thompson,

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

the caller. She remained silent, patiently

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ine

always willing to humble herself and endure hardships to achieve her goals. She never let her privileged background

With others, he lacked

I called to tell

to

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

intensely, his heart raced, and