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."

couple tensed up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a

his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring

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

had 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

been waiting for my

and frail, "Ms. Thompson,

is mine," Bella responded with a determined gaze, each word saturated with resolve. There

extended considerable patience to the caller. She remained silent,

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

Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent patience

called

to testify as

voice choked up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth, each filled with profound

fluttered intensely, his heart raced, and