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.

seen him grow up, but I've never

even went out to

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

against her

even more

first thing he did in the

looked like it was a crime

killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than

who was nearby Alyssa,

He was rendered speechless.

other hand, let

did not know

who guided Mr. Jasper as he prepared the chicken soup for

it was all his

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

felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed with a

a piece of candy in a pile of

blankly into space as she sat

of those complex emotions that she was

at her through the rearview

noticed the tears

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa," he offered in

don't want to go home,"

crept into

rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's influence on her thoughts subsided, Alyssa gathered

her face disappeared,

inmate Mr.

think this isn't just a

meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

get curious about the

Then, he asked, "Ms.

that prisoner, but that he's just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa curled

it as doing a good deed." It was a weekday today, so traffic wasn't

arrived at the entrance to Fifth Prison soon

"Ms.

and you are not yet

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