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 never

went out to catch the

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

pounded against

more chaos

the morning was to slaughter

him, the kitchen looked

he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing

was nearby Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

the other hand, let out

know how she should

the chicken soup for you,

it was

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

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

like finding a piece of candy in a pile of

Alyssa stared blankly into space as she sat in the

of those complex emotions

at her through the rearview mirror from his driver's

noticed the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

to Heightsnew Villa,"

don't want to go home," Alyssa

into Sean's

you? You need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's

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

you remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want

think this

want to meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

to get curious about the

Then, he asked, "Ms.

isn't anything more to that prisoner, but that he's just a normal prisoner? Would

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

arrived at the entrance to

"Ms.

outside and you are not

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