Chapter 955
Chapter 955:
Heather sat up and answered impatiently. Mr. Astley’s voice came through the receiver. “Miss Norman…” He sounded exhausted—overwhelmed to the point of breaking.
“Mr. Astley, what do you need p>
Heather clicked her tongue, irritation sharp in her chest. Calling at this hour could only mean one thing: Bella.
But why should she have to deal with their mess?
Mr. Astley’s voice cracked as he pleaded, “Miss Norman, Bella has always been close to you. Now that she’s been arrested… I’m begging you. Can you help me get her out of the police station p>
“Save Bella?” Heather couldn’t help but scoff when she heard that. Her voice dripped with sarcasm as a disdainful smile tugged at her lips, repeating the words as if they were a joke.
“Mr. Astley, forgive my candor, but let’s not forget Bella was once caught hiring a hacker to steal confidential information from Star Entertainment. You stepped in and saved her then. What about this time? She brought a gun onto a film set. And not only did she fail to kill Annabel, she injured Rory in the process. Isn’t that her own fault? No one forced her to do something like that, did they?
“Let me make this clear: the Norman family is not a charity. Bella has consistently proven herself unreliable, landing back in the police station over a petty grudge. Even if I helped her, what could she possibly offer in return? I suggest you save your breath. Begging for a lost cause won’t change anything. As for me, I have my own affairs to attend to, and so should you. Let’s not drag the Norman family into unnecessary trouble p>
Heather’s voice carried through the half-open door, reaching Talia as she returned.
Bella?
Talia’s steps faltered, her gaze dropping to the floor.
Had Bella ended up in police custody because of Annabel and Rory?
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Rory.
The moment Talia realized Rory had feelings for Annabel, fury surged through her. She blamed Annabel for everything—her own current predicament, and Rory’s injury. How could she not hate her?
Talia clenched her fists, eyes narrowing as rage simmered beneath her expression.
“Annabel, I planned to settle things with you later, but you’ve shown no regard for Rory. Don’t blame me when heartbreak comes for you,” Talia thought darkly.
She reined in her anger, smoothed her expression into a polite smile, and stepped into the room.
Heather ended the call. Hearing footsteps, she turned and saw Talia, offering a cordial smile of her own.
“Ah, you’re back from your walk p>
Talia nodded and extended her hand with practiced grace. “I apologize for overhearing your conversation. My name is Annot, by the way p>
“Hello, I’m Heather.” Heather shook her hand, and a faint scar on her wrist was briefly exposed.
Talia noticed it immediately. She sat down beside Heather and widened her eyes in feigned surprise. “Oh, is that a scar? What happened to your wrist? A scar on a woman’s hand is rather unfortunate p>