The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge novel Chapter 1393

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.”

The couple tensed up, especially Bella, whose heart pounded like a drum, her fingertips trembling and her palms sweating.

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Justin gazed intently at her, holding his breath. Then he took her delicate hand and placed it over his chest, reassuring her.

“Rachel, you finally called.”

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

“Ms. Thompson, I called to tell you that... I’m ready to testify as a witness and identify Charles Iverson as a rapist.” Rachel’s voice choked up, her words trembling as if forced through gritted teeth, each filled with profound sorrow and anger.

Justin’s eyelashes fluttered intensely, his heart raced, and his jaw clenched.

At that moment, a wave of overwhelming emotions surged through Bella. Her lips trembled as she fought hard to control the urge to cry, softly saying, “Alright, as long as you’re willing to do so. The president of the Salvador Corporation and I will support you all the way.”

Justin’s heart seemed to endure a forceful impact, contracting violently and throbbing intensely.

His impoverished childhood and the fragmented nature of his family had made it difficult for him to open up fully or empathize with anyone other than those he loved.

Yet, at this moment, the intense trembling of his heart, accompanied by a mixture of sorrow and bitterness gnawing at his chest, was surely a form of deep empathy, right?

“I’m currently under strict supervision by my mother. Even when I go out, she feels the need to accompany me, leaving me with almost no personal space. However, I can try to sneak out to see you guys after she falls asleep at night.”