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 seen

even went out to catch the chicken

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

against her

was even more

did in the

him, the kitchen looked like it was a crime

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

nearby Alyssa, overheard

He was rendered speechless.

hand,

know how she should

he prepared the chicken soup for you,

was

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

Alyssa felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed

a piece of candy in a pile of

that call with Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly

couldn't pull herself out of those complex emotions that

through the rearview mirror from

the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

to Heightsnew

want to go home," Alyssa responded

crept into

"Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison."

face disappeared,

remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want to

to think this isn't

meet

about the Duttons." Sean

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

take it as doing a good deed." It was

the entrance

"Ms.

cold outside and you are not yet

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