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."

up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips

breath. Then he took her delicate hand and

deliberately avoiding formal titles to create a closer connection. "I've been waiting for your call every

meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But when had they connected? How had he not

for my call

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

be willing to wait. The choice to contact me is yours, but the decision to wait is mine," Bella responded with a determined

patience to the caller. She remained

often admired how

et

ine

goals. She never let her privileged background make her feel superior

something Justin reserved only for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent patience she

Thompson, I called to tell

to testify

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

intensely, his heart raced,