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 never seen him

to

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

against her chest

even more chaos the next

thing he did in the morning was

the kitchen looked

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

who was nearby Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

the other hand, let out

not know

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

was

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

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

like finding a piece of

Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into space as she

pull herself out of those complex emotions

glanced at her through the rearview

tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa," he

I don't want to go

crept into

need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's influence on her thoughts subsided, Alyssa gathered

sadness that had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by

remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want to visit

this isn't just a

want to meet that

to get curious about the Duttons."

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

doing a good deed." It was a weekday

and Alyssa arrived at the entrance

"Ms.

and you are