Chapter 296

"Tomorrow, Julian is going to humiliate Rosalind in front of everyone!"

The campus golden boy paired with the queen of Willowridge University—many students adored their relationship.

Hearing this, Harrison smirked, her lips curling into a frosty smile. Arabella had been stirring trouble nonstop lately. No doubt Isabella was pulling the strings, pushing Arabella to target Rosalind.

Did they really think they could embarrass Rosalind tomorrow?

Harrison wasn't convinced. She had a feeling someone else would end up red-faced.

She returned to the dorm just as Rosalind, clutching Everett's black jacket, was about to leave.

"Rosalind, wait," Harrison called out.

Rosalind had planned to get Everett's jacket cleaned but paused at Harrison's voice. "What is it?"

Harrison pulled out a brightly wrapped candy. "Here. I got this for you."

Rosalind adored sweets, so she eagerly popped it into her mouth—then immediately gagged. "Ugh! This is disgusting!"

She tried to spit it out, but Harrison clamped a hand over her mouth. "Swallow it. Medicine tastes bitter but works wonders."

Grudgingly, Rosalind obeyed. "What was that? It's vile!"

Harrison studied Rosalind's delicate face, half-hidden by her birthmark, and winked. "You'll see tomorrow."

"Fine. I'm heading out," Rosalind said, curiosity piqued as she dashed off.

After dry-cleaning Everett's jacket, Rosalind folded it neatly into a bag and went to find him.

"Excuse me," she asked a guy in the hallway. "I'm looking for someone."

The guy glanced at her. "Everett?"

Rosalind blinked. "How'd you know?"

He smirked. "Girls come looking for him daily. We're used to it."

Everett was that popular?

Though both he and Julian were considered Willowridge's top heartthrobs, Julian was loud and flashy while Everett kept to himself. He rarely even showed up on campus, yet girls still sought him out relentlessly.

"Is he here? I need to talk to him."

The guy shook his head. "Haven't seen him in days. Probably working to make ends meet."

Rosalind froze.

"You know his situation, right? His dad died years ago. His mom's blind, and he's got a kid sister in middle school."

"He aced the SATs—top in the state. That's how he landed a full ride here. But with his family depending on him, he's always hustling. If you want him, try his place."

Rosalind had heard rumors about Everett's father being involved in shady dealings but knew nothing about his struggling family.

"Got it. Where does he live?"

"Wentworth Drive."

"Thanks."

Determined, Rosalind stopped by a mall first, buying premium supplements before hailing a cab to Wentworth Drive.

The neighborhood was bleak—damp, dim, and crumbling. A far cry from Willowbrook's pristine luxury, where space was worth its weight in gold.

Clutching the expensive gift box, Rosalind trudged through rain-soaked mud, her skirt and leather shoes splattered with grime.

She hated dirt but resisted the urge to wipe her shoes clean.

Pushing forward, she finally reached Everett's home.