My Fiancé Planned 33 Accidents

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."

"Mr. George, I want to cancel the engagement." Sylvia stood in the living room with her back straight and her voice steady.Victor's father, George Rothwell, froze. "Why so suddenly? Isn't the wedding about to take place?"She lowered her gaze to hide the bitterness in her eyes. "Vic and I aren't in love. There's no point wasting each other's time. My mother will be released soon. I want to take her away and spend time with her properly."Her resolve left no room for argument.George nodded at last. "Alright. I'll arrange the tickets. Once your mother is out in half a month, you can leave—""Who's leaving?" Before he could finish, a voice cut in from behind them.Sylvia stiffened and answered before George could speak, "No one. Why are you back?"Victor did not pursue it. "I heard you came home. I'm here to pick you up."Later, George asked them to stay for dinner.At the table, Victor slipped back into familiar habits. He placed food in front of her with quiet precision. He n

When Sylvia opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital bed. Pain racked her body, as though it might tear itself apart at any moment. She had long since lost count of how many times she had been admitted to the hospital.Her phone rang. A prison guard she had once quietly helped was on the line. His voice was low and urgent. "Miss Frost, your mother has received some… special attention inside. Did you offend someone?"Sulvia's breathing caught. "What did you just say?""Someone high up ordered us to 'look after' her," he replied. "She hasn't been given proper meals. Other inmates are targeting her. They've forced her to stay outside under the sun for ten hours a day."The words struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her vision wavered, and the voice on the phone seemed to drift farther and farther away.The hospital door flew open without warning.Victor walked in.Sylvia slowly lifted her head and looked at him. In that instant, everything became clear. "You did this.

That night, Sylvia spiked a high fever. She drifted in a haze for two full days before her consciousness finally cleared.Victor sat by her bedside. When her eyes opened, he reached out and touched her forehead. "The fever's finally come down a bit."She stared at the ceiling, unfocused. She did not respond to anything he said.Not until he added, "Via, don't worry too much. I'll fix your voice. I promise."Her eyes shifted. She looked at him and tried to speak, but no sound came out. A burning pain tore through her throat.Panic crossed her face. Victor patted her gently. "The fever was too severe. Your throat was badly inflamed, and your vocal cords were affected. It's a minor procedure. You'll be fine."His tone was steady and reassuring. Sylvia slowly relaxed.…Three days later, Sylvia had a performance scheduled. She took an anesthetic injection and barely managed to sing through the entire set.The band had not seen her in days and insisted on going out to eat together.

The words struck Victor like a thunderclap."Left?" His mind went blank. "Isn't today the wedding?""Didn't you say half a month ago that the wedding was canceled?" his father replied.For a moment, Victor felt as though he no longer understood the language they were speaking. Otherwise, how could he be hearing that Sylvia had canceled the wedding?He rushed back to the old estate.…George sat on the sofa, reading the newspaper. The front door burst open with a sharp crash. When George looked up and saw Victor's face, he froze.Victor stood in the middle of the living room. His complexion was pale, his body drawn tight, as though stretched to its limit.He stared at his father and asked in a hoarse voice, "Dad. What exactly is going on? Where did Via go?"George snapped back to himself. "She didn't tell you? That child…""Dad," Victor pressed.His father spoke slowly. "Half a month ago, the day she was discharged and came here, she said the two of you weren't in love. She s