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

out to catch

of it, he'd become the biggest joke

heart pounded against her

was even more chaos

the morning was to

looked like it

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

Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

other hand, let

not know how

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

was

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

a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed with a strange

of candy in a pile

Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly

those complex emotions

through the rearview mirror from his

noticed the tears in

"Ms.

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

want to go home,"

into

need to rest." "Let's make a trip to

had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced

inmate Mr.

starting to think this isn't just a

to meet that ruthless

about the Duttons." Sean came to

Then, he asked, "Ms.

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

deed." It was a weekday today, so traffic

at the entrance to Fifth Prison soon

"Ms.

it's cold outside and you are not yet fully

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