When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1960 A Beggar

Cecilia sat watching the footage of Magnus in his pitiful state. She felt absolutely nothing. This was exactly what he deserved.

Most people born into a life like his would've had it made comfortable, successful, stable. But Magnus had done nothing but stir up trouble with his privilege. He was selfish to the core and never once thought about his family.

Sven turned to her and asked, "Is that enough?"

"It's not enough yet. He needs to go through more, enough to understand what it means to start from zero, to see that making money takes real work," Cecilia answered firmly.

"Got it."

After getting kicked out of the hotel, Magnus had nothing left-no phone, no wallet, not even a dime to his name. He was stranded in a strange city, left to wander aimlessly.

Two days later, it was already December, and the temperature had dropped sharply. Magnus didn't even have a coat to fight off the cold.

"It hurts... so bad."

Grumble...

His stomach growled painfully as he stood outside a restaurant, peeking in longingly. He instinctively reached into his pockets, only to feel the emptiness again.

He lingered near the entrance, the steady flow of customers brushing past him. His loitering soon drew the attention of a waiter, who quickly came out and waved him off.

"Hey, move along! Don't block the door or scare off the customers."

Magnus snapped, "Do you even know who the f*ck I am?"

"I don't care who you are. You smell like a beggar. What, you think you're some kind of big shot?" the waiter shot back, scowling.

"My sister's a billionaire! And my brother-in-law-"

Before he could finish, the waiter burst out laughing. "Haha! Why not just say your brother's the president while you're at it?"

Magnus' face burned red. "I'm not lying. I—"

"Beat it! I won't be so nice next time."

The waiter gave him a shove. Magnus, already battered, freezing, and starved, had no strength left. He collapsed easily from the push.

The waiter looked at the tall man crumpled on the ground, shocked by how fragile

he suddenly seemed. He backed off a few steps, now visibly nervous.

"You're not trying to pull some scam, are you? I'm just a waiter. I don't have any money. And this place has security cameras, just so you know, so don't even think about setting me up!"

Magnus lay there, pain coursing through his body, unable to get back up. His voice was weak and barely audible. "Y-You just wait and see..."

The waiter, now clearly spooked, darted back into the restaurant.

All Magnus could do was bluff. That was the only thing he had left. His stomach churned painfully from hunger, and he curled up tighter, shivering uncontrollably.

He had never known hardship. Even

after blowing through the Smith

family fortune and fleeing abroad

with Paula, he still had enough to live

comfortably. He'd never

suffered-until now.

He had never imagined he'd end up like this.

“Help... please... someone..."

Every word was frail, each one fainter than the last.

Plenty of pedestrians walked by. Some gave him a quick glance, but most figured

he was just another grifter pretending to be down on his luck. Nobody stopped.

Then a gentle voice rang out above him. "Are you okay?"noveldrama

Magnus forced his heavy eyes open and looked up. A girl stood there, dressed plainly with her hair tied in a ponytail. She was decent-looking and clearly concerned.

"Hungry!" Magnus clutched at her clothes like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline.

Moved by how pitiful he looked, the girl reached into her bag and pulled out some

cash. She was about to hand it to him, but suddenly pulled her hand back.

"What if he's a conman?" she wondered aloud.