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?"

"How does that make me useless? Isn't it normal

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

If someone helps you, especially family, you should

back, but Denise suddenly slammed her palm on the table, the sharp sound

his words dying in

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

"The Escobar family has no

words, for the first time, Magnus began to question it all. He wondered if everything Paula and his grandma told him

this, I stay until

First of all, you're a man. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to live together. Second, I can barely afford to support myself, let alone O

I'll do something to you? Don't worry. I've met more women than I can count, and frankly, you're not really

used to pursue were always the full package. They had stunning

at best. Her appearance was plain, her figure far from what he once

of a saint. Even when faced with a man whose words could cut like knives,

tried to soften the mood. "For food and drink, I'll just have pasta

a crumpled bill from his pocket, the same one

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