His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 868 Mama J
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Over the following weeks, Miss J became a familiar presence at the Moretti mansion.
She never arrived empty-handed.
Sometimes she brought homemade soup.
Sometimes fresh pastries.
Sometimes fruits she claimed were "good for Bella’s recovery."
She never once mentioned being Bella’s mother again.
She simply stayed for a while, chatted with everyone, made sure Bella had eaten properly and quietly left.
Bella noticed it all.
The more time they spent together, the more she felt guilty.
Miss J never pressured her.
Never asked to be called "Mom."
Never complained.
Yet Bella couldn’t help feeling she was being unnecessarily stingy with a single word.
Meanwhile, college had also started again.
Following Dr. Vance’s advice, Bella returned gradually, attending her classes while carefully balancing her therapy and medication.
Every day, she met Winter and Mira on campus.
The three girls ate lunch together and often walked around the beautiful campus before returning home.
Seeing Bella smile naturally again made both of them secretly relieved.
That afternoon, after several back-to-back lectures, Bella felt completely exhausted.
As soon as the car stopped in front of the mansion, she stretched lazily before stepping inside.
"I’m home..."
The moment she entered the living room, she blinked.
"...Miss J?"
Miss J was already sitting on the sofa, elegantly dressed as always, a beautiful cream-colored handbag resting beside her.
The moment she saw Bella, her face brightened.
"You’re back."
Bella smiled. "You came again."
"I did." Miss J patted the seat beside her. "Come here."
Curious, Bella walked over and sat next to her.
Miss J reached into her elegant handbag with an excited smile.
"I have something for you."
Bella tilted her head. "For me?"
Instead of answering, Miss J carefully pulled out a beautifully folded dress.
The moment it unfolded...
Bella’s eyes widened.
It was an incredibly adorable dress in soft pastel pink, with delicate lace around the sleeves, tiny pearl buttons, elegant embroidery near the waist and a flowing skirt that looked as light as a cloud.
Every tiny stitch had been sewn with extraordinary care.
Bella couldn’t take her eyes off it.
"...It’s so pretty," she whispered in amazement.
Miss J smiled warmly. "I made it myself."
Bella looked at her in disbelief. "...You made this?"
Miss J nodded. "I remembered you liked soft colors. So I thought... I’d try making something that would suit you."
Bella gently touched the delicate fabric with her fingertips. It felt unbelievably soft. Her eyes sparkled with excitement like a little girl’s.
"It’s so cute... I love it."
Hearing those words, Miss J’s smile became even gentler. "I’m glad. I was worried you might think it looked childish."
Bella immediately shook her head. "No! I love cute things."
She held the dress against herself and couldn’t stop smiling.
The words slipped out naturally. Without hesitation and without even thinking about them.
Bella was still admiring the beautiful dress, holding it against herself with sparkling eyes, completely unaware of what she had just said.
But Miss J froze.
Her fingers tightened around the handle of her handbag.
Her eyes widened in shock, as though time itself had stopped.
"...Mama?" She repeated softly, her voice trembling with disbelief.
Only then did Bella realize what she had called her.
Her own eyes widened. "I-I..."
She looked embarrassed for a moment but the instant she saw the tears gathering in Miss J’s eyes, her heart softened.
Miss J slowly covered her mouth with one hand, trying to stop herself from crying.
"You... you called me Mama J." A tear escaped before she could hold it back.
Bella lowered her eyes shyly. "I didn’t even think about it." She smiled awkwardly. "It just... came out."
Miss J let out a shaky laugh through her tears. "Then..." She wiped her eyes, though more tears kept falling. "Then that’s even more precious."
Her gaze never left Bella.
"So your heart chose that name before your mind did."
Bella bit her lower lip. "I guess..." She whispered softly. "I wasn’t ready to call ’Mom’ but... Mama J somehow felt... right."
The moment those words left her lips, Miss J could no longer hold back.
She pulled Bella into a gentle, trembling embrace.
"My baby..." She whispered, kissing the top of Bella’s head. "My precious baby girl... I’ve imagined this moment so many times. I told myself I would wait forever if I had to. Even if you never called me anything other than Miss J... I would still be happy just being beside you."
Her voice broke.
"But hearing you call me ’Mama J’..." She smiled through her tears. "It feels like someone has finally put my heart back where it belongs."
Bella’s own eyes became watery.
She slowly wrapped her arms around Miss J in return.
The hug felt different this time.
Warm and precious. Everything felt different, like the season had changed, like life had changed its direction. Everything felt beautiful.
She rested her cheek against Miss J’s shoulder.
"...I’m sorry it took me so long."
Miss J immediately shook her head. "No. Don’t ever apologize. You gave me the most beautiful gift today. I can wait for everything else. For years, if I have to."
Bella smiled through her tears. "...Mama J."
She said it once more. This time deliberately.
Miss J closed her eyes.
Another tear slipped down her cheek as a joyful laugh escaped her lips.
"I love the way it sounds," she whispered. "I love hearing you call me that."
Just then, Leo walked into the living room.
He stopped the moment he saw the two women hugging each other, both with tears in their eyes.
His gaze shifted between them.
"...What happened?"
Bella looked up with slightly pink cheeks. A shy smile appeared on her face.
"I..." She glanced at Miss J before looking back at Leo. "I called her Mama J."
Leo looked at Miss J, whose eyes were still red from crying, then at Bella.
A small, genuine smile slowly appeared on his lips.
He walked over, gently placed his hand on Bella’s head, and kissed her forehead.
"...I think it suits her."
Bella smiled.
Miss J laughed softly through her tears.
The word she had dreamed of hearing no longer existed only in her imagination.
Her daughter had finally called her by a name that belonged only to her.
And to Miss J...