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, her fingertips trembling and her

her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring

your call every day, and finally, you've reached out." Justin's eyes narrowed in disbelief, staring at

she must have had the opportunity to meet and speak with Rachel before this. Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?" But

for

her voice soft and frail, "Ms. Thompson,

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

patience to the caller. She remained silent,

admired

et

ine

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

for Bella. With others, he lacked the same persistent patience

I called to tell

to testify as

Rachel's voice choked up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted

eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced, and his jaw