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

went out to catch the

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

pounded against her

even more chaos the

did in the morning was to slaughter the

him, the kitchen looked like it was a crime

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

who was nearby Alyssa, overheard what

He was rendered speechless.

other hand,

know how she

prepared the chicken soup for you, so it's only natural that

it was all his

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

a wave of emotions—bitterness mixed

was like finding a piece of candy in a

Rosie, Alyssa stared blankly into

pull herself out of those complex emotions that

at her through the

tears in

"Ms.

Heightsnew Villa,"

want to go

into

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

had weighed on her face disappeared, replaced by a

"Do you remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want to

think this isn't just

to meet that

to get curious about the Duttons." Sean came

Then, he asked, "Ms.

he's just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him out?" "T will." Alyssa curled

take it as doing a good deed." It was a weekday

at the entrance to Fifth Prison soon

"Ms.

outside and you are not yet fully

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