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.

him grow up, but I've never seen him like this

even went out to

he'd become the biggest joke of

pounded against her

more

the morning was to

to him, the kitchen looked like it was a

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 difficult than killing a human being!" At

Alyssa, overheard what Rosie

He was rendered speechless.

the other hand,

know how she should

chicken soup

was all

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

felt a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed

piece of candy in a

call with Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into space

out of those complex emotions

her through the rearview mirror

noticed the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

I'll send you back to Heightsnew Villa," he offered in a

I don't want to

crept into

are you? You need to rest." "Let's make

had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a

remember the inmate Mr.

to think this isn't

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 him out?" "T will." Alyssa curled her lips upward into a

deed." It

arrived at the entrance

"Ms.

cold outside and you are not

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