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.

up, but I've never seen him like this

even went out to catch the

of it, he'd become the biggest joke

against

was even more chaos

first thing he did in the morning was to slaughter the

kitchen looked like

while he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens

nearby Alyssa,

He was rendered speechless.

hand, let out

not know

the 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

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

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

like finding a piece of candy in a

stared blankly into space as

couldn't pull herself out of those complex emotions that

at her through the rearview mirror from

tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa," he offered in a warm

want to go home," Alyssa

crept into

"Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's influence on her thoughts

had weighed on her face disappeared,

Mr. Steven mentioned? I want

this isn't

to meet

curious about the Duttons." Sean came

Then, he asked, "Ms.

isn't anything more to that prisoner, but that he's just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa

deed." It was a weekday today,

the entrance to Fifth Prison soon

"Ms.

and you are not yet

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