The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 6

The good news was I didn't die.

The bad news was that the knife had punctured my kidney. I was rescued all night and almost couldn't be saved.

I stayed in the hospital for a full month. My parents were both heartbroken and furious. My mom directly confronted Ryan.

"When you two started dating, I turned a blind eye because your grades were good and it wasn't affecting your studies. If I'd known your family had so much drama, I would have locked her at home rather than let you date her!"

"Our family may not be wealthy, but she's never suffered like this in her entire life. Do you know what the doctor said? If you'd brought her in ten minutes later, she would have—"

She couldn't continue, her eyes reddening.

Ryan hung his head and said hoarsely:

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Parker. It's all my fault."

My mom took a deep breath.

"Don't come around anymore. Haley doesn't need your visits, and I won't approve of your relationship."

Ryan clenched his fist. "Mrs. Star, everything is my fault, and you have every right to scold me. But please let me come tutor her daily. The college entrance exam is approaching, and I'm worried she'll fall behind."

The mention of the entrance exam struck a chord with my mom. As much as she disliked him, she wouldn't jeopardize my future out of spite, so she reluctantly agreed.

My relationship with Ryan remained strained.

I couldn't forgive him.

While getting stabbed wasn't directly his fault, if he hadn't agreed to pretend to be Vivi's boyfriend, I wouldn't have suffered like this.

I later learned that Vivi had never actually rejected Tyler.