My Fiancé Planned 33 Accidents

Sylvia Frost and Victor Rothwell's wedding had been postponed 33 times.

This time, it happened on the night before the ceremony. She was struck by a car and left with 19 broken bones. She was rushed to the ICU three separate times before her condition finally stabilized.

Once she was strong enough to leave her bed, she braced herself against the wall and shuffled into the hallway. As she reached the corner, she overheard her fiancé speaking with a friend.

"Last time it was drowning. This time you used a car. That gets you another two months. What are you going to do next?"

Sylvia's blood turned to ice.

Victor stood there in his white coat, his phone turning slowly in his hand.

"No more delays." His voice remained flat.

The friend sounded surprised. "So you're really resigning yourself to marrying Sylvia? What about that intern under you, Rachel Summers?"

"When Sylvia was sent to my family as a child, my father told me to treat her well. We were meant to get married someday," Victor Rothwell said. "So I took care of her as if she were already my wife. Over time, it became a habit. That is, until I met Rach."

A trace of warmth flickered in his eyes. "Her background is rough, but she never bows her head to adversity. She's strong-willed. I noticed her the moment I first saw her."

"If you like her that much, then go after her," the friend said, clearly baffled.

The air fell silent for several seconds before Victor lowered his gaze. "Sylvia's mother once saved my family. She's my responsibility. Those 33 times were me struggling against it. Now I should shoulder that responsibility."

He paused, his voice softening. "As for Rach, being able to watch her from afar is enough. I don't dare ask for more."

Every word stabbed into Sylvia Frost's heart like a blade. She clung to the wall just to stay upright. Her face felt damp and itchy.

When she reached up, her fingers came away wet. She stopped listening. Staggering, she fled back to her hospital room. Tears streamed down her face without a sound.

She had never imagined that all 33 accidents had been Victor's doing.

The first time, she had been caught in a street fight and stabbed by mistake.

The second time, a snake had bitten her in the garden at home. The venom had nearly killed her.

The third time, Victor had taken her hiking. She had slipped and fallen, spending half a month in the ICU.

…

All of it had been because he did not want to marry her.

Their engagement had been set when Sylvia was 10 years old. At the time, the Rothwell family had been under investigation, facing financial ruin and prison. Her mother, an accountant, had taken responsibility for everything. That was how the Rothwells survived.

Afterward, Walter Rothwell, Victor's grandfather, brought Sylvia into their home and arranged her engagement to Victor as a form