Theodore Hols and Fabian Hols 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 Hols 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 Alia 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 Hols 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.
Alia Linton’s phone password was very simple, and she didn’t deliberately shield it when entering it each ti, so Theodore Hols had seen the password without intentionally peeking.
Because he knew her phone’s password, he easily unlocked her phone and quickly saw the phone’s interface.
He opened the ssaging function and quickly composed a text ssage.
"Why do you always make angry? Look at your brother, how well-behaved he is. Although your brother is not my biological son, he treats far better than you, my biological son."
After reading the text ssage repeatedly and confirming there was nothing unusual about it, Theodore Hols sent it to Easton Hols.
When Easton Hols received this text ssage, he was about to leave the study and go to bed. This text ssage instantly ruined his good mood for returning to the room, and his expression imdiately turned somber.
"Since you think that illegitimate child is so good, you three can live together, no need to pointlessly bother ."
After composing this ssage, he sent it back without even glancing at it.
After replying to the text ssage, Easton Hols added both Alia Linton’s and Fabian Hols’s numbers to the block list without a mont’s hesitation.
Unaware of the blocking situation on this side, Theodore Hols couldn’t hide his smile when he saw Easton’s reply.
But when the words "illegitimate child" reappeared in front of him in the text ssage, his smile vanished, quickly replaced by a look of resentnt.
"You can’t say that about him. He’s not so illegitimate child; I’ve long considered him my own son."
This ti, Theodore Hols didn’t ticulously check the ssage like before. He imdiately sent it off after editing.
Little did he know, Easton Hols had already blocked the number, and the ssages he sent were intercepted.
Theodore Hols thought, like before, he would soon receive a reply from Easton, but after holding the phone up for quite a while, he didn’t see any new ssages, and his hand was starting to get tired.
What’s going on? Does he not want to speak to him anymore? Or did the text ssage render him speechless from anger?
Theodore Hols decided to send another ssage to find out what was happening on the other end. Ignoring his sore wrist, he began composing another ssage.
"Do you also think you went too far earlier? Too ashad to reply to my text? Let tell you, if your dad saw this, he’d definitely beat you up!!!"
Out of anger, he typed three exclamation marks in a row to express just how furious he was.
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