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

it's your sister's job

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

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

his words dying in his

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

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

to question it all. He wondered if everything

outburst. "How about this, I

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

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

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

comparison, Denise was average, at best. Her appearance was plain, her

faced with a man whose words could cut like knives, she still managed

shift in her expression, Magnus quickly tried to soften the mood.

his pocket, the same one she'd

it on the