Chapter 131

Alistair froze. Who was Harrison calling "Alistair"?

Who was this Alistair?

Wait—he was Alistair. But she shouldn't address him like that!

He opened his mouth to speak, but Harrison quickly scanned the room before turning on her heel and walking away.

Rosalind stifled a laugh, then shot Alistair a glance before hurrying after Harrison. "Harrison, wait for me!"

Arabella and Penelope gasped in unison. "Professor Whitmore, did Harrison just call you by your first name? Has she completely lost her mind?"

They were stunned.

Alistair was equally dumbfounded. This was the second time this had happened. He had no idea why Harrison addressed him so casually.

Did she have no sense of respect or boundaries? Only his mentor, Dr. Sinclair, had the privilege of calling him by his first name.

And then she had the audacity to say she trusted him to handle things—as if he needed her reassurance!

Nathaniel watched as Harrison disappeared around the corner, his brow furrowing slightly. She truly was fearless, speaking to his uncle with such familiarity.

At that moment, Dominic stepped forward, pulling Nathaniel back to the present. "Mr. Falcon, your dinner reservation with Ms. Isabella is at seven tonight. We should head back now."

Now that they had reconciled, Nathaniel had planned a romantic evening with Isabella. He turned to Alistair. "When does Dr. Sinclair's lecture begin?"

"Tomorrow morning," Alistair replied.

Nathaniel nodded. "I'll be there. I want to see for myself who this Dr. Sinclair really is."

Meanwhile, Harrison and Rosalind walked toward the girls' dormitory, the latter barely containing her laughter.

"Harrison, you actually called my—I mean, Professor Whitmore—by his first name. I'm dying!"

Harrison didn't see anything wrong with it.

Then she spotted a familiar figure ahead and froze mid-step.

"Excuse me, does Harrison live here?" the woman asked.

The dorm supervisor nodded. "Yes. Are you looking for her?"

"I am. I'm her grandmother."

"Oh my! Your granddaughter is absolutely stunning."

"Doesn't she? She looks like an angel descended from heaven."

Harrison's breath caught in her throat before she rushed forward. "Grandma!"

Eleanor had arrived.

Eleanor turned with a radiant smile. "Harrison!"

Harrison threw her arms around her. "Grandma, what are you doing here?"

She never expected Eleanor to come to campus.

Eleanor chuckled warmly. "Harrison, it's been two days since you last visited. Didn't you miss me?"

Harrison's eyes welled up. She buried her face in Eleanor's shoulder, nuzzling gently. "I did."

"I missed you too, darling. So I came to see you! No fancy car, no extravagant clothes—just me. I didn’t want to embarrass you."

Eleanor had dressed simply but elegantly, her silver hair neatly styled, trying not to draw attention.

Harrison's heart swelled. That night, she had said those things to reassure Eleanor, never imagining her grandmother would actually visit.

She hugged Eleanor tighter, overwhelmed with gratitude.

"Harrison, how are you adjusting to Willowridge University? Have you made any friends?" Eleanor asked, concerned.

Just then, Rosalind stepped forward with a bright smile. "Hello!"

Eleanor blinked in surprise. "Bebe—?"

"Who's Bebe? I'm Rosalind Fairchild! Harrison's roommate and best friend. She's wonderful—everyone adores her!" Rosalind winked subtly, hoping Eleanor wouldn’t reveal her true identity.