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.

I've never seen him

went out to catch the

public got wind of it, he'd become the biggest joke of the century!" Alyssa couldn't believe her

heart pounded against her chest

even more chaos

the morning

the kitchen looked like

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

was nearby Alyssa, overheard

He was rendered speechless.

other hand,

did not know how she should

as he prepared the chicken soup for you,

it was

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

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

piece of

that call with Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into space as she sat

pull herself out of those complex emotions that she was

glanced at her through the rearview

noticed the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa," he offered in

I don't want to

into

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

had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a

Mr. Steven mentioned? I

think this isn't just

meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

the Duttons." Sean came to a

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

deed." It was a weekday today, so traffic wasn't

the entrance to Fifth Prison

"Ms.

and you are not

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