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 him like

even went out to catch the

become the biggest joke of the

heart pounded against

more chaos the

thing he did in the morning was to slaughter the

to him, the kitchen looked like it was a crime

the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing

who was nearby Alyssa, overheard what Rosie

He was rendered speechless.

on the other hand, let

did not know how

was the one who guided Mr. Jasper as he prepared the chicken soup for you, so it's only natural that

was all

Madam, don't you know what Mr. Jasper is

his heart." Alyssa felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed with a

was like finding a piece of candy in a pile

with Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into space as

of those

her through the

noticed the tears

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa," he offered

want to

crept into

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

sadness that had weighed on her face disappeared,

remember the inmate Mr. Steven

starting to think this isn't just a

meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

to get curious about the

Then, he asked, "Ms.

prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa

it as doing a good deed." It was a weekday today,

at the entrance to Fifth Prison

"Ms.

it's cold outside and you are

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