When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 1964 A Good For Nothing

Denise was utterly speechless. What kind of weirdo did I end up rescuing?

Between bites, she finally responded. "My parents fell ill. I'm an only child. As for our relatives, they've been avoiding us for years."

Ever since her parents fell ill, their so-called family had scattered like rats from a sinking ship.

Magnus fell silent, piecing the story together. "Huh. I didn't think there are actually people who have it this rough in the world."

For a moment, he drifted into thought. If he were still his old self, tossing her a bit of cash would've been nothing and more than enough for her to live comfortably.

Denise heard the sympathy in his voice, but somehow, it rubbed her the wrong way.

"So stop depending on me," she said sharply. "Once you've eaten, leave. I don't have any money to give you."

Magnus wasn't ready to give up. "Denise, I swear I'm not lying," he said earnestly. "Once I get in touch with my sister, she can give you however much money you need."

Denise shot him a sharp look. “You're a grown man, always running to your sister or relatives for help. Doesn't that make you feel useless?"

defensive. "How does that make me useless? Isn't it normal for siblings to

voice rose with each word. "You talk like it's your sister's job to rescue you.

should be grateful, not act like it's

mouth, ready to fire back, but Denise suddenly slammed her palm on the table, the sharp sound slicing

his words dying in

the man of the house, the head of the family. It was only natural, she said, for

echoed those beliefs. She used to tell him, "The Escobar family has no sons. One day, you'll carry

time, Magnus began to question it all. He wondered if everything Paula and

to trigger another outburst. "How about this, I stay until I've

finally tooked at him. "It's not a bad idea on paper, but I can't take you in. First of all, you're a man. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to live together. Second, I can barely afford

little. "Are you worried I'll do something to you? Don't worry. I've met

package. They had stunning faces, flawless figures, the kind that turned

was

must have the patience of a saint. Even when faced with a man whose words could cut like knives, she still

soften the mood. "For

he pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket, the same one she'd given

placed it on the table. "Here. I'll