Emma Campbell looked at the numbers on the screen, instantly stunned and stammered, "Big Brother Brown, this... this..."
James Brown had already hit "Enter" and smiled faintly, saying, "I'm giving you control of this money. You can use it however you like."
"But... this is just too much." Emma shook her head forcefully. Such a large amount utterly frightened her.
James chuckled softly, wrapped his arm around Emma's shoulders, and said gently, "Emma, even though I can't give you the title of being my wife, in my heart, you are my wife. Wives manage money—it's completely normal. Besides, I didn't give you all of it, so don't feel any burdens."
"Big Brother Brown!" James's words moved Emma so much that tears rolled down her cheeks, and she leaned softly on his shoulder.
"I want it too, I want it too! Uncle, I'm your wife too, and I don't need a title either." Sarah Grandy knelt on the bed, grabbed James's arm, and shook it hard.
