As soon as Alyssa's health allowed for her discharge, she left the hospital swiftly without informing her family.

Sean had just assisted her into the car when her phone rang.

The call was from Rosie.

"Mrs. Rosie, how have you been?" Alyssa couldn't hold the phone herself, her hands still bandaged, so Sean held it for her.

"I'm doing well.

Madam, I heard from Mr. Jasper that you were injured?" Rosie's voice was concerned.

"| have been discharged from the hospital.

Don't worry." Alyssa couldn't help but recall the soup she had splattered across Jasper's three-piece suit the other day.

To her surprise, she discovered that he had prepared for such an outcome.

It was as though he had predicted she might throw the soup.

He had left one more serving of soup in the thermal flask just in case.

Feeling hungry after their heated argument, Alyssa managed to sit up in bed with effort.

After he left, she finished the last remnants of soup from the thermal flask.

"Mrs. Rosie, did you ask Mr. Jasper to deliver soup to me while I was hospitalized?" Alyssa smiled.

"The soup was delicious.

I could tell that you made it.

Thank you." "It wasn't me, Madam.

I wasn't the one who made the soup.

Mr. Jasper made it for you personally!" "He did?" Alyssa was stupefied.

"Mr. Jasper went to the countryside the day before to buy a wild chicken.

He came back covered in mud, his suit covered in feathers, and smelling like chicken poop! Can you believe a neatly dressed gentleman like him did that?" Rosie couldn't help but giggle as she recalled the scene.

up, but I've never seen him

went out to catch the

of it, he'd become the biggest joke of the century!" Alyssa couldn't believe

against her

more chaos

first thing he did in the morning was to slaughter

the kitchen looked like it was

the battlefield, right? According to him,

who was nearby Alyssa,

He was rendered speechless.

the other hand,

know how

as he prepared the chicken soup for

it was all his

the whole day making it! Madam, don't you know what Mr. Jasper is like? He may

felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed

was like finding a piece of candy in a pile of

stared blankly into space as she sat

of those

through the rearview

the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

send you back to Heightsnew Villa,"

don't want to go home," Alyssa

into Sean's

you? You need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's influence on her thoughts

weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a fiery intensity in

remember the inmate Mr.

starting to think this

meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

starting to get curious about the Duttons." Sean

Then, he asked, "Ms.

a normal prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa curled her lips upward into a bright

deed." It was a

arrived at the entrance to Fifth

"Ms.

it's cold outside and you are

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