Can’t Win Me Back

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.

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

even went out to

the biggest joke of the century!"

heart pounded against

was even more

in the morning was to slaughter the

him, the kitchen looked like it was a

kidding!" Rosie went on, "Mr. Jasper used to be in the military and has killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing a human

who was nearby Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

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

it was

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

Alyssa felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed with a

was like finding a piece of candy in a pile of

blankly into space

those complex emotions that she was

the rearview mirror

the tears in

"Ms.

send you back to Heightsnew Villa," he offered in

to go

crept into

not thinking of going to KS Group, are you? You need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once

had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a fiery intensity

inmate Mr. Steven mentioned?

think this isn't

want to meet that

starting to get curious about the Duttons." Sean came to

Then, he asked, "Ms.

but that he's just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him

just take it as doing a good deed." It was a weekday today, so traffic wasn't

and Alyssa arrived at the entrance

"Ms.

you