Chapter 157
Silas couldn’t help but chuckle at Calliope’s determination. It was as if she were bracing for some grand battle, and he found it amusing.
Standing beside him, Fagan also found the situation quite funny. He smiled but kept his composure. “Mrs. Myers, here is a complete list of Mr. Myers’ assets. I’ve been working on organizing everything these days and have finally sorted them out, so I’m here to report to you p>
“Mr. Myers owns several properties, which include p>
“Mr. Myers also has stakes in these companies p>
“And here are some other assets under Mr. Myers’ name p>
Fagan began listing Silas’s assets to Calliope, detailing each one as he went through the list.
Calliope felt a bit overwhelmed as she listened. She glanced at Silas, confused by the situation.
This wasn’t at all what she expected if they were heading for a divorce. She had always said she’d walk away with nothing if it came to that, considering she was the one who had proposed to him. How could she even consider taking his assets?
“Mr. Myers has already transferred all these properties to your name. However, there are a few documents that require your signature. Also, these cards here contain Mr. Myers’ funds. And they will be handed over to your care,” Fagan explained.
“Not just for safekeeping-for spending,” Silas interjected, looking up with a soft smile. “All these are for you spend as you wish. Everything is yours. Buy whatever you want. If the money runs out, I’ll earn more for you to spend p>
“Huh?” Calliope was baffled. Was she dreaming? Did Silas say she should spend all his money? “What Mr. Myers means to say,” Fagan clarified, “is that these assets are now yours. You can use them however you like, even squander them freely. You can manage them, or not-it’s entirely up to you.” Calliope stared at Silas, bewildered. “Are you terminally ill or something p>
“No, wait. I’d know if you were sick,” Calliope said, thinking out loud. After all, she was a good doctor. She’d have noticed if he were ill.
He couldn’t have gone mad, could he? He seemed perfectly sane.
Amused by her concern, Silas said, “I’m not terminally ill, nor am I sick You’re my wife, and isn’t it a
husband’s duty to provide forhis
wife?
As Mrs. Myers, you should have control of everything I own. From now on, you give me pocket money. All my money is yours p>
Silas said that with a playful tenderness that left Calliope speechless.
She quickly waved her hands. “No, no. I’m terrible at managing money and don’t need it. You might not believe this, but I’m pretty well-off myself p>
She was so well-off enough that she didn’t even know the full extent of her own wealth.
She could barely manage her own finances-how could she possibly handle Silas’s?
“I know you’re wealthy, but your money is yours, and my money is yours, too. I’m your husband. Isn’t it
only right that you spend my money p>
Silas stated confidently, “The more you spend, the more motivated I’ll be to earn p>
Calliope stared at Silas, her mind reeling.
What kind of incredible man was this? Even in a marriage that began as a mere contract, he was willing to be so generous.
If it were genuine love, how wonderful would he be?
“Mrs. Myers, please just sign these documents, Fagan prompted from the side. “Once you do, I’ll handle the rest, and everything will be officially yours Even if Mr. Myers wants to make a move, he’ll need youD permission p>
“By the way, when do you plan to visit the company p>
“What? Why would I go to the company?” Calliope asked, surprised by Fagan’s question.