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

even went out to

he'd become the

pounded against her chest

was even more chaos the next

thing he did in the

kitchen looked like it

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

Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

the other hand,

did not know how she should

he prepared the chicken soup for

was all

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

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

a piece of candy in a pile

blankly into

those

the

noticed the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

you back to Heightsnew Villa," he offered

to go home,"

crept into

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

on her face disappeared, replaced by a fiery intensity

you remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I

starting to think this isn't just a

meet that ruthless

to get curious about the Duttons." Sean

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

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

the entrance to Fifth

"Ms.

cold outside and you are not yet

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