A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 681

"Bad luck to die young?" Norton frowned, his tone skeptical. "Well, that’s not exactly great news."

Quentin shot Silas a look, too. "You’re not gonna kick the bucket early, are you? What’s Callie supposed to do if you croak on her?"

Silas was quiet for a moment, eyes flicking between them. After a pause, he finally spoke up. "Not sure I’d call it dying young, really. I mean, I’m pretty healthy, aren’t I? Even if I did bite the dust, I’ve got enough set aside for Callie to be taken care of. And she could always move on, find someone new."

He shrugged, almost matter-of-fact. "I wouldn’t mind if she found happiness again. But right now, I can give her that, and that’s what matters. I want to be with her. And even if I’m gone, I’ll be looking out for her, just, you know, from the other side."

You could tell from the look in Silas’s eyes—he wasn’t about to let Calliope go, not for anything.

Julius looked uncertain, fiddling with the edge of his sleeve. "Maybe I messed up the numbers," he muttered. "Could’ve been a glitch in the ol’ fortune-teller routine. Might just be a false alarm."

He shook his head. "Anyway, I’m not always spot-on. Who knows if you’ll die early? One thing’s for sure: you’re talented and loaded, and you’ll probably stay that way. And honestly, Callie doesn’t need your money. She’s doing just fine in that department. But if you really love her, just treat her right, okay?"

"I know," Silas said, his gaze steady as steel. "I’ll give her everything I can."

The three of them didn’t look totally convinced, but Silas’s determination seemed to satisfy them for now.

They chatted a bit more, and before long, it was pushing midnight.

Quentin stretched and yawned. "Alright, fellas, bedtime."

He headed over to Calliope’s room to give her a heads-up about their plan for the night.

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