"..."
The sound of beads tumbling onto a jade plate.
Thea Lynch stared wide-eyed as the beads jumped crazily on the floor. She still had a piece of string in her hand and was stunned in place.
A long moment passed, and the beads had long stopped, with more than half of them rolling under the bed.
She looked up, bewildered, at Ian Preston: "Brother, I just wanted to give you a hand."
Ian hadn't slept all night and had just dozed off for a few minutes. He had stood up too quickly, causing a bit of dizziness. He quickly steadied himself but hadn't expected Thea to react even quicker, reaching out suddenly.
Thea bent down to pick up the beads on the floor. The gap under the bed was very small, and kneeling on the floor, she wasn't sure she could retrieve them.
She didn't know the exact price of Ian's bracelet, but anything he wore certainly wasn't just a string of numbers; it had to be valuable.
