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.

Penelope and I didn’t get along. She 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 my back.

so similar but our lives were so different. I envied Penelope,

life.”

Allison was content

up some money. Then I met Lucian. Our first meeting wasn’t exactly pleasant. He didn’t even know it was me.” She laughed. There was a hint of self-mockery in her voice. “I always chose my mother’s medical bills over anything else. She

Emma. “Grace isn’t my real mother. My biological mother is

comfort her. Seeing the cold, numb look on Allison’s face, Emma sensed she

“Allison…”

so much. My dignity, my child. All for the hope that my mother could be healthy. But there were

also lies.”