He Clings to Me Every Night-Chapter 978

Chapter 978: Chapter 978: Destroy the Voice Recorder Chapter 978 -978: Destroy the Voice Recorder Joseph Charles?

In an instant, Bella Thompson’s eyes widened in astonishment, her complexion changing subtly as her heart involuntarily tightened.

Subconsciously, Bella Thompson looked towards Michael Marshall.

Michael Marshall was staring at Bella Thompson, watching her answer the phone.

Having been through her share of experiences, Bella Thompson managed to regain her composure despite the turmoil inside her, and her expression became more natural, as if nothing was wrong.

“Sorry, I’m not interested in buying insurance,” she replied.

Laughing roguishly on the other end of the line was Joseph Charles—just as Bella remembered him.

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Bella was certain now; it was indeed Joseph Charles.

That bastard dared to contact her!

That bastard was still alive!

And why on earth had that bastard chosen to appear at this time?

What did he want?

On the surface, Bella seemed unaffected.

Internally, however, she was in turmoil, suddenly overcome with a sense of panic.

“Bella Thompson, I’m not selling insurance.

I want to meet you.

Should we meet somewhere else or should I come to RenewalCare Hospital?

Oh, by the way, I saw the news—your husband had a stroke and is not doing well.

If I told him how you betrayed Ella Charles back in the day, I wonder if it would kill him?”

Immediately, Bella changed her tone, a surge of uncontrollable hatred welling up within her.

“Given how wonderfully you speak of insurance, sure, let’s meet and talk in detail,” she said.

“To go to such lengths to ruin your best friend, Bella Thompson, for the past thirty years, have you been able to sleep peacefully at night?

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I heard that Ella Charles is in Serene City too.

Why don’t the three of us get together for a little reunion?”

Bella’s mouth twitched involuntarily, and she put on a forced smile to hide her turbulent emotions.

“There’s no need to involve my husband; he needs to rest.

Meet me at the café in twenty minutes.

Bye!”

With that, Bella Thompson hung up the phone immediately.

Michael Marshall slightly opened his lips and asked quietly, “You’re buying insurance?”

Bella nodded.

“I’m going to check it out.

If the talk goes well, I’d like to get a policy for Matthew.

We never know what might happen, and I need to provide Matthew with some security.

Honey, I’m heading out.

You rest for a bit, and don’t worry yourself with wild thoughts,” she said.

Convinced that she was planning for Matthew, Michael didn’t ask any further questions.

Michael wasn’t idle either; he was thinking about how to get rid of Olivia Jenkins.

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As soon as she left the hospital, Bella Thompson immediately called back the unfamiliar number and told Joseph Charles to meet at the café on Amity Road, number 73, with a newspaper on the table as a sign.

Bella arrived and waited for an hour before a man with a sunken face, holding a newspaper, sat down in front of her.

The man gave Bella a roguish stare with a somewhat sinister smile.

“All this trouble to meet me, and asking me to come to such a far place, Bella Thompson, you must be very scared, aren’t you?” he said.

Bella was displeased, but she still pretended to be calm as she scrutinized the man before her.

“Are you Joseph Charles?”

“You can’t recognize it, right?

I’ve even had my vocal cords worked on.

However, my laugh is still as rascally and rakish as ever.

There’s no way you don’t have any impression of me,” he replied.

“Cut the crap and get to your point,” snapped Bella.

“Don’t rush, Bella Thompson, I have all the time in the world to talk with you.

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