Sending twenty pounds every three months was barely more than six pounds a month. Before, his salary must have been at least thirty-five pounds. In this era, even twenty pounds a month meant a fairly comfortable life for the two of them.
Ryan raised an eyebrow, half amused. "Wife, why are you suddenly checking the accounts? Little money-grubber. With this promotion, I make around 90 pounds a month now. I'll hand it over to you in a few days."
Mary's eyes widened in surprise. "That much? Then how much does Mr. Steven earn in a month?"
A deputy Factory Deputy Director earning around one hundred and seventy pounds, yet only planning to send twenty pounds home every three months. The more she thought about it, the more she liked this man. He knew how to draw boundaries and live sensibly.
Ryan laughed softly. "What's wrong with you today, wife? You keep asking about salaries. Anyway, Steven's salary should be around 13 pounds a month."
