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."

pounded like a drum, her

he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest,

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,

meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she

for my

"Ms. Thompson, if I never reached out to

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

Bella extended considerable patience to the caller. She remained silent, patiently

often admired

et

ine

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

was something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others,

I called

to testify as

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

his heart raced, and his jaw