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

even went out to catch the chicken

the public got wind of it, he'd become the biggest joke of the

against her chest

was even more

the morning

looked like it

military and has killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? According to him, slaughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing

nearby Alyssa, overheard

He was rendered speechless.

other hand, let

not know how she should

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

was

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

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

of candy in

blankly into space as

pull herself out of those complex emotions that she

her through the rearview mirror from his

noticed the tears in Alyssa's

"Ms.

back to Heightsnew

I don't want to go home,"

into Sean's

of going to KS Group, are you? You need to rest." "Let's make a trip to Fifth Prison." Once Jasper's influence on

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

remember the inmate Mr.

starting to think this isn't just

also want to meet that ruthless killer—Justin's

to get curious about the Duttons." Sean

Then, he asked, "Ms.

prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa curled her lips upward into a bright

It was a weekday today, so traffic wasn't particularly

the entrance

"Ms.

cold outside and you are not yet fully