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    Chapter 2364


    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.


    I have been discharged from the hospital. Don''t worry."


    Alyssa couldn''t help but recall the soup she had sttered across Jasper''s three-piece suit the other day. To her surprise, she discovered that he had prepared for such an oue.


    It was as though he had predicted she might throw the soup. He had left one more serving of soup in the thermal sk just in case.


    Feeling hungry after their heated argument, Alyssa managed to sit up in bed with effort. After he left, she finished thest remnants of soup from the thermal sk.


    "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. "I''ve seen him grow up, but I''ve never seen him like this before. He even went out to catch the chicken himself. If the public got wind of it, he''d be the biggest joke of the century!"


    Alyssa couldn''t believe her ears. Her heart pounded against her chest uncontrobly.


    "There was even more chaos the next day. The first thing he did in the morning was to ughter the chicken. Thanks to him, the kitchen looked like it was a crime scene. I''m not even kidding!"


    Rosie went on, "Mr. Jasper used to be in the military and has killed terrorists while he was on the battlefield, right? ording to him, ughtering chickens is way more difficult than killing a human being!"


    At that moment, Jasper sneezed violently in the president''s office at Beckett Group.


    Sean, who was nearby Alyssa, overheard what Rosie said. He was rendered speechless. Alyssa, on the other hand, let out augh. She did not know how she should react.


    "I was the one who guided Mr. Jasper as he prepared the chicken soup for you, so it''s only natural that it tasted simr to mine. Still, it was all his effort. He spent the whole day making it! Madam, don''t you know what Mr. Jasper is like? He may struggle with words, but he knows who matters to him. You''ve always been in his heart."


    Alyssa felt a wave of emotions-bitterness mixed with a strange warmth. It was like finding a piece of candy in a pile of sand.


    After ending that call with Rosie, Alyssa stared nkly into space as she sat in the car. She couldn''t pull herself out of thoseplex emotions that she was feeling.


    Sean nced at her through the rearview mirror from his driver''s seat. He noticed the tears in Alyssa''s eyes. "Ms. Alyssa, I''ll send you back to Heightsnew Vi," he offered in a warm voice.


    "No, I don''t want to go home," Alyssa responded softly.


    Concern crept into Sean''s voice. "You''re not thinking of going to KS Group, are you? You need to rest."" ''Let''s make a trip to Fifth Prison. Once Jasper''s influence on her thoughts subsided, Alyssa gathered herself. The sadness that had weighed on her face disappeared, reced by a fiery intensity in her gaze.


    She added, "Do you remember the inmate Mr. Steven mentioned? I want to visit him. I''m starting to think this isn''t just a coincidence. I also want to meet that ruthless killer-Justin''s uncle. I''m starting to get curious about the Duttons."


    Sean came to a realization. Then, he asked, "Ms. Alyssa, what if there isn''t anything more to that prisoner, but that he''s just a normal prisoner? Would you still help him out?"


    "I will." Alyssa curled her lips upward into a bright smile. "I''ll just take it as doing a good deed."


    It was a weekday today, so traffic wasn''t particrly heavy. Sean and Alyssa arrived at the entrance to Fifth Prison soon enough.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    "Ms. Alyssa, it''s cold outside and you are not yet fully recovered. Just wait in the car while I go in to inquire on your behalf. I''ll leave the heater on in the car," Sean suggested as he unbuckled his seatbelt.


    "No, it''s alright. I''ll go with you."


    Alyssa opened her eyes; she looked a little weary. She had just moved from her seat when she caught sight of a ck car heading toward the prison from a short distance away.


    Her Spirit of Ecstasy Rolls-Royce was too showy, so Alyssa intentionally decided to swap it out for a regr, low- profile car beforeing over.


    She watched as the ck car stopped outside the gate to the prison. Through her car''s front windshield, Alyssa could see a rather familiar-looking outline of a woman, albeit vaguely.


    With a firm look in her eyes, Alyssa lifted her hand suddenly and pressed down on Sean''s shoulder from behind.


    "Wait."


    Sean was taken aback. He didn''t dare to make any rash moves.


    Right at this moment, the door of the ck vehicle was opened. Sheryl, wearing a whiteb coat, stepped out of the car with a frown etched on her face.


    Dressed lightly for the weather, she stomped her feet to shake off the cold, crossing her arms in front of her chest in a poised manner as she shivered slightly.


    Sean eximed in shock, "Ms. Alyssa, that''s Justin''s doctor!"


    "I see her too." With a steady look in her eyes, Alyssa stared fixedly at Sheryl as she hurried through the prison gates under a prison officer''s guide.


    Even though Sheryl assumed no one had noticed, she had exposed her unnatural mannerisms; it was as clear as


    day.


    Alyssa was overwhelmed with the same feeling of familiarity as before.


    Sean frowned. "That''s strange. What''s that woman doing here?"


    ''She''s like..."


    ''Ms. Alyssa, what did you say?"


    A sharp gleam shed across Alyssa''s face. "That woman reminds me of someone I knew. Other than her looks, her every move looks extremely simr."


    Sean pressed on, "Who is it?"


    "Liana Gardner."


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