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

went out to

it, he'd become the biggest joke of the century!"

against

was even more chaos

he did in the morning was to

to him, the kitchen looked like it

and has killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing a human being!" At that moment, Jasper sneezed violently in the president's office at

was nearby Alyssa, overheard

He was rendered speechless.

other hand, let out

not know

as he prepared the chicken soup for you,

was all

Madam, don't you know what Mr. Jasper is like? He may struggle with words, but he knows who matters

a

was like finding a piece of candy in a pile of

Alyssa stared blankly

herself out of those complex emotions that she

at her through the rearview mirror from his driver's

noticed the tears

"Ms.

I'll send you back to Heightsnew Villa," he offered in a warm

I don't want to go home,"

into Sean's

going to KS Group, are 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,

remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want to

starting to think this isn't

meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

get curious about the Duttons."

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

It was a weekday today, so

at the entrance to Fifth

"Ms.

and you are

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