?Chapter 2364


    Be''s condition had only just reached the minimum requirement for discharge, yet she kept it a secret from her family and left the hospital eagerly.


    Steven helped her into the car when Wilma''s call came through.


    "Wilma, how have you beentely?" Be asked. Her hands were still wrapped in bandages, so Steven held the phone for her.


    "I''m fine, Young Madam, but I heard from Young Master Justin that you were injured!"


    "I''ve been discharged, so there''s no need to worry." Be''s thoughts drifted to that day when she had spilled soup all over Justin. It had soaked his three-piece suit entirely.


    She had not expected the man to have a backup n, as if he anticipated her tantrum. It turned out that there was another bowl of soup in the sk.


    After he left, Be felt hungry and worn out from their argument. So she struggled to her feet and painstakingly finished the remaining bowl of soup herself.


    "Wilma, when I was in the hospital, did you ask Mr. Salvador to bring me soup?" Be''s eyes curled with a smile." It was delicious. It''s unmistakably your cooking. Thank you!"


    "No, Young Madam! That soup wasn''t mine. The young master made it himself!"


    "He did?" Be''s expression froze in shock.


    "The day before, the young master purposely went to a farm to buy a free-range chicken. Can you imagine such a well-dressed man stepping into the mud? His suit was covered in chicken feathers, and he reeked of chicken droppings!" Wilma''s vivid storytelling made Beugh.


    "I''ve watched the young master grow up, and I''ve never seen him look so disheveled before. He even caught the chicken himself. If word got out, it would go viral on social media. It was hrious!"


    Be listened in disbelief, her heart trembling with emotions she couldn''t suppress.


    "The next day was even worse. It was absolute chaos! The young master got up early to ughter the chicken. The kitchen looked like a crime scene!" Wilma continued. "He used to serve in the military, but he said that killing chickens is much harder than killing terrorists!"


    At that moment, Justin, who was sitting in the presidential office of the Salvador Corporation, sneezed so loudly that the ceiling seemed to shake. Ian, who was close by, gave him a skeptical nce.


    Be could not help but chuckle as she shook her head.


    "I may have guided him, but the chicken soup was all his doing. He poured his heart into it, spending an entire day preparing it! Young Madam, you should know this by now. Young Master Justin might be clumsy with words, but he knows what''s in his heart. You''ve always held a ce there."


    Be blinked softly, her emotions in turmoil-a bittersweet mix of feelings washed over her.


    It was like finding a piece of candy amidst shards of ss.


    After ending the call with Wilma, Be sat in the car, lost in the lingering emotions.


    "Ms. Be, shall I drive you back to Yara Park?" Steven asked in a soft voice, noticing the redness in her eyes through the rearview mirror.


    "No, not home." Be''s lips parted gently.


    Steven frowned with concern. "You''re not nning to return to work at KS Group, are you? Your health is more important!"


    "Take me to the Savrow''s Fifth Prison." Be shook off the tangled emotions that Justin had evoked, her brow smoothing into a resolute, focused expression.


    "Do you remember that prisoner rence mentioned? The one who''s been proiming his innocence? Let''s go see him. I have a feeling there''s more to this story than meets the eye-something deeper. While we''re at it, I''d like to meet Grant''s notorious uncle. My curiosity about the Fowler family has grown immensely."


    Steven blinked in realization but then asked, "Ms. Be, if that prisoner turns out to be just an ordinary convict with no hidden truths, would you still help him?"


    "Yes." Be''s red lips curled into a radiant, confident smile. "Think of it as umting good karma."


    It was a work day, and traffic was light. They soon arrived outside Savrow''s Fifth Prison.


    "Ms. Be, it''s cold outside, and you haven''t fully recovered yet. Why don''t you stay in the car with the heater on? I''ll go scout things out for you," Steven said, unbuckling his seatbelt.


    "No need. I''ll go with you." Be opened her slightly weary almond-shaped eyes. But just as she was about to move, she froze.


    Not far away, a ck car was approaching the prison entrance.


    Be had deliberately switched to a modest vehicle instead of the ostentatious Rolls-Royce for discretion.


    The ck car stopped outside the prison. Through the windshield, Be caught a glimpse of a vaguely familiar figure.


    Her gaze darkened as she instinctively reached out, pressing a hand firmly on Steven''s shoulder.


    "Wait."


    Steven froze, not daring to act rashly.


    At that moment, the ck car''s door opened.


    A woman in a whiteb coat stepped out, her brows furrowed. It was rice. She was lightly dressed, shivering in the cold as she hugged her arms and stamped her feet.


    Steven was astonished. "Ms. Be, it''s that doctor who''s always around Justin!"


    "I see her." Be''s beautiful eyes turned deep and unwavering as she watched rice disappear quickly with the prison guard.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    rice''s overly flirtatious demeanor and affectionate gestures wereid bare, thinking no one was watching.


    That overwhelming sense of familiarity hit Be again.


    Steven frowned. "Strange. What''s she doing here?"


    "She looks like "


    "Ms. Be, what did you say?"


    Be''s eyes shed with sharp insight. "This woman reminds me of someone-a familiar face. Except for their looks, their every move bears an uncanny simrity."


    Steven immediately asked, "Who is it?"


    "Rosalind Gold."