Bella is very close to the truth

HELLCAT

BELLA'S ROOM

Bella lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind in utter chaos. Her head still throbbed from the overwhelming surge of memories that had tried to force their way back. It wasn't much—just flashes, blurry images, voices she couldn't quite place—but the feeling that something wasn't right was stronger than ever.

Richard sat beside her, watching her closely. His presence felt suffocating now. Once, she had trusted him blindly, believing his words without hesitation. But something had changed. She no longer felt safe around him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with fake concern.

Bella forced a small smile. "Yes. I'm just overstressed from work at the brothel."

Richard hummed thoughtfully, then leaned forward. "The doctor said you saw something that triggered your memory."