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

like it's your sister's job to rescue you. Who said

you, especially family, you should be grateful, not act like it's owed to you. Got

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

froze, his words dying

life, Paula had drilled it into him: he was the man of the house, the head of the family. It was only natural, she said, for Cecilia to sacrifice

Escobar family

Denise's words, for the first time, Magnus began to question it all. He wondered if everything

outburst. "How about this, I stay until I've fully recovered? Once I'm better, I'll get a job and

bad idea on paper, but I can't take you in. First of all, you're a man. It wouldn't

I'll do something to you? Don't worry. I've met more

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

at best. Her appearance was plain,

must have the patience of a saint. Even when faced with a man whose words

Magnus quickly tried to soften the mood. "For food

bill from his pocket,

and placed it on the table. "Here.