Theodore Holmes and Fabian Holmes chatted about work-related matters for a while, then both stood up and left the living room, each returning to their rooms.
Thud!
Following the sound, Theodore Holmes looked down at the floor. The phone that had just fallen onto the floor caught his eye without warning. He frowned slightly, bent down, and picked up the phone from the floor.
The phone he picked up wasn't his own, but Amelia Linton's. If it hadn't accidentally fallen out of his pocket while he was taking off his clothes, he would have forgotten about it.
Theodore Holmes turned around with the phone, ready to return it to its owner, but as he was about to walk to the room's door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and raised the hand holding the phone.
He stared at the phone in his hand for a long while before eventually turning back and sitting down heavily on the bed.
