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?"

does that make me useless? Isn't

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

family, you should be grateful, not act like it's

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

his words dying

head of the family. It was only natural, she said, for Cecilia to sacrifice everything for him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Magnus quickly tried to soften the mood. "For food

he pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket,

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