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?"

snapped, instantly defensive. "How does that make me useless?

huh?" Denise's voice rose with each word. "You talk like it's your sister's job to rescue you. Who said life works

you, especially family, you should be grateful, not act like

suddenly slammed her palm on the table, the

his words dying in

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

beliefs. She used to tell him, "The Escobar family has no sons.

hearing Denise's words, for the first time, Magnus began to question it all.

"How about this, I stay until I've fully recovered? Once I'm better,

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 to

Don't worry. I've met more women than I

the full package. They had stunning faces, flawless figures,

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

of a saint. Even when faced with a man whose words could cut like knives, she still managed to keep her

in her expression, Magnus quickly tried to soften the mood. "For food and drink, I'll just have pasta with you,"

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

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