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.

seen him grow up, but I've

went out to catch the chicken

got wind of it, he'd become the biggest joke of

against

even more chaos the

first thing he did in the

the kitchen looked like it was a crime

not even 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 being!" At that moment, Jasper sneezed violently in the president's office at

was nearby Alyssa, overheard what Rosie

He was rendered speechless.

the other hand, let out

did not know how she should

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

it was all his

know what Mr. Jasper is like? He may struggle with words, but he

his heart." Alyssa felt a wave of

a piece of candy in

stared blankly into space as she sat

pull herself out of those complex emotions that

the rearview mirror from his driver's

tears

"Ms.

I'll send you back to Heightsnew Villa,"

I don't want to go home," Alyssa

crept into

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

sadness that had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a

added, "Do you remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want

starting to think this isn't just

want to meet that

starting to get curious about the Duttons."

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

a good deed." It was a weekday

and Alyssa arrived at the entrance

"Ms.

cold outside and you are not yet fully