Chapter 795
With Harrison's decision firmly made, everyone respected her choice without question.
"Alright then."
Harrison left the hospital. Rosalind, accompanied by Lillian, came to bid farewell. "I'll take Lillian home first. We'll reconnect soon."
Harrison nodded. "Understood."
Lillian waved enthusiastically. "See you later, Harrison."
Harrison responded with a gentle smile. "Take care."
Rosalind and Lillian walked home together. As they strolled, Rosalind inquired, "After witnessing Harrison's situation, what are your thoughts?"
Lillian paused thoughtfully. "Her romantic journey has been quite turbulent. Is this what love typically entails?"
Having never experienced romance herself, she was genuinely curious.
Rosalind reflected on her past with Everett. Love was indeed a bittersweet cocktail of joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. Yet she didn't wish to frighten Lillian or make her apprehensive about love.
With a knowing smile, Rosalind reassured, "It varies by individual, but I'm confident you'll encounter someone who genuinely comprehends and cherishes you—a companion for life's unpredictable journey."
Lillian offered a faint smile, her disinterest evident. "I believe my true calling lies in scientific pursuits."
Rosalind chuckled. Lillian epitomized the quintessential science enthusiast—more captivated by equations and experiments than matters of the heart.
Taking Lillian's hand, Rosalind declared, "You're an adult now. It's time to embrace your youth. Come, I'm treating you to an adventure."
Lillian arched an eyebrow. "What sort of adventure?"
Rosalind flashed a mysterious grin. "Patience—you'll see!"
Thirty minutes later, Rosalind guided Lillian to the entrance of The Velvet Lounge.
Lillian blinked in surprise. "A nightclub?"
"Exactly," Rosalind confirmed with excitement. "This is your first time, correct? Tonight, I'm initiating you. Let's enjoy some drinks."
Rosalind ushered Lillian inside.
Over the past three years, Rosalind had truly embraced her role as Lillian's surrogate sister—mentoring her academically and professionally. Now that Lillian had matured, Rosalind found herself concerned about her romantic prospects.
They settled at the bar. The venue pulsed with energy—bass-heavy music reverberated through the space while the dance floor teemed with gyrating bodies.
"What would you like to drink?" Rosalind inquired.
"Fruit juice," Lillian replied.
Rosalind laughed. "No juice here. How about a Sapphire Martini instead?"
Soon, two shimmering blue cocktails arrived before them. They sipped their drinks, gradually relaxing.
Suddenly, murmurs rippled through the crowd.
"Check out the VIP section—completely reserved tonight," someone whispered. "Rumor has it Julian Blackwood's celebrating his birthday with elite company."
"Not just elites—a bevy of stunning models too. All here to celebrate Julian's special night."
Rosalind hadn't anticipated encountering Julian here. The Blackwood family's influence had skyrocketed in recent years, and Julian now commanded attention wherever he appeared.
Her gaze drifted toward the VIP area—indeed, the entire section was cordoned off. Imposing security personnel stood guard, permitting entry only to approved guests.
Rosalind soon spotted Julian.
No longer merely a high school heartthrob, Julian had fully embraced his role as heir apparent. Tonight, he wore an impeccably tailored black ensemble, presiding over the central sofa. Surrounding him were prominent young figures from Metropolia's elite, all gathered to honor his birthday.
Suddenly, a procession of models appeared—each clad in revealing attire with playful bunny ears adorning their heads.
Youthful and radiant, their admiring gazes fixed upon Julian with unmistakable fascination.