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.

grow up, but I've never seen him like this

even went out to catch the chicken

of it, he'd become the biggest joke of

heart pounded against

was even more chaos the

thing he did in the

looked like

military and has killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? According

was nearby Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

on the other hand, let

did not know

Mr. Jasper as he prepared the chicken soup for you, so it's only natural

it was all his

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

a wave

of

ending that call with Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into space as

of those

the rearview

the tears in

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa," he offered in a warm

don't want to

crept into

to KS Group, are you? You need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison."

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

added, "Do you remember the inmate Mr. Steven

think this isn't

want to meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

starting to get curious about the Duttons." Sean

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

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

and Alyssa arrived at the entrance to Fifth Prison

"Ms.

it's cold outside and you are

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