The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 538

To be honest, when those pictures first came to light, Emma was taken aback. The angle and the face all looked eerily like Allison’s.

Nobody suspected Penelope, because Penelope was the darling of the Flanagan family. She was wealthy, not the kind to be caught in such a compromising situation.

Allison was different, though. She was the one without money, the one who might be driven to such choices.

Therefore, even if Penelope and Allison had a remarkable resemblance to each other, nobody assumed the girl in the photo was

Penelope.

Allison exhaled slowly. Her eyes were closed. She leaned back on the couch, and paused for several seconds before she spoke, “I grew up at my grandma’s home. We lived in Cloudville until the town was hit by an earthquake and my grandma passed away. I was ten when I was brought to the grand Flanagan estate in Northfield. My mother was the housekeeper and my father was the family chauffeur.

was the Flanagan’s little princess, living the high life while I was just the housekeeper’s daughter who ate leftovers and was called the maid’s brat behind

why we looked so similar but our lives were so different. I envied Penelope, but I also cherished

life.”

was content with her life.

car accident. It was just me and my mom then. She was diagnosed with kidney failure and needed a transplant. I worked hard, trying to save up some money. Then I met Lucian. Our first meeting wasn’t exactly pleasant. He didn’t even

“Grace isn’t my real mother.

Allison’s hand, not knowing how to comfort her. Seeing the cold, numb look on

“Allison…”

dignity, my child. All

also lies.”