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.

grow up, but I've never seen him like

went out to catch

public got wind of it, he'd become the biggest joke of the century!" Alyssa

against her

more

thing he did in the morning was to

kitchen looked like it was a crime

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 Beckett

Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

on the other hand, let

did not know how she

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

was all his

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

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

like finding a piece of candy in a pile of

Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into space as she

of those complex emotions that she

the rearview mirror from his driver's

noticed the tears

"Ms.

to Heightsnew Villa," he offered in a warm

don't want to go home," Alyssa responded

into

make a trip

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

the inmate Mr. Steven

this isn't just a

to meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

curious about the Duttons." Sean came

Then, he asked, "Ms.

there isn't anything more to that prisoner, but that he's just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him

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

at the entrance to Fifth

"Ms.

it's cold outside and you are not

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