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 drum,

at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate

warm and friendly, deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call

waiting for Rachel's call, which implied she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would

been waiting for my call every

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

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

patience to the caller. She remained silent, patiently

often admired how

et

ine

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

was something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the

I called to tell

I'm ready to

words trembling as if forced through

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced,