The One Who Swore to Protect Me Crushed MeChapter 1
The day before the admission quota was announced, my sister was kidnapped by robbers.
To save her, I was dragged deep into the mountains by a gang of thugs.
By the time my sister arrived, my legs were bent at an unnatural 90-degree angle, and my lower body was drenched in blood.
She rushed me to the hospital in a frenzy, begging the doctors to save me.
With red-rimmed eyes, she swore she would make sure every single person who hurt me ended up behind bars.
But just as I lay in bed, I heard a hushed voice outside the door.
"Sister, wasn't it too much to put on such an act just to give the admission quota to Leo? How will Bert even get married after this?"
My sister let out a quiet sigh. "What choice did we have? There was only one admission slot this time. If you want to blame someone, blame Bert for always having the best grades and overshadowing Leo. Ever since he and his aunt came into our lives, he’s been desperate to prove he’s not a burden. He studies day and night, pushing himself to the limit, just for this chance. I won’t let anyone stand in his way."
"As for Bert, once he recovers, he’ll go straight into the company for his internship. I’ll make sure no one humiliates him for what happened. And if he really can’t get married in the future... I’ll stay by his side for the rest of my life."
Tears streamed down her face like shattered pearls.
The sister who once doted on me, who couldn't bear to see me suffer, had given her heart to someone else.
If that’s the case, then I don’t need it.
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Just then, the doctor rushed in with a surgery consent form.
“The patient is in critical condition. His lower body has sustained severe damage, and he needs immediate sutures. A family member must sign.”
My sister took the form, and to my horror, she tore it apart.
"Wait until tomorrow," she said.
The doctor stared at her in shock. “Your brother can still be saved. If we delay any further, he may lose all function in his lower body. He won’t just be incontinent—he’ll have to wear diapers for the rest of his life.”
My sister hesitated slightly.
“Sister,” someone pleaded. “Shouldn’t we let him have the surgery now? Can you really bear to see him like that?”