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 trembling

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

to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your

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

for my call

and frail, "Ms. Thompson,

to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined

Bella extended considerable patience to the caller. She

admired how

et

ine

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

With others, he lacked the

Thompson, I called to tell

I'm ready to testify as

Charles Iverson as a rapist." Rachel's voice choked up, her words trembling

fluttered intensely, his heart raced,