The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 42

The guy was wearing a black tracksuit, looking a bit skinny. He was sporting a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, creating a relaxed and gloomy

vibe.

Allison was pushing the wheelchair, trying to avoid bumps as she slowly descended the stairs. But her strength was limited, and there was no wheelchair ramp here, just steps.

She hesitated before softly suggesting, “Your wheelchair is electric, right? Maybe try adjusting the direction…”

Before she can finish, the guy pressed a button, and the wheelchair seemed to lighten up.

Then, a circular support extended from under the wheels, gripping the slippery steps and slowly moving down. Seeing this, Allison felt a bit superfluous.

She laughed awkwardly. “So, you can handle it yourself. That’s good.”

guy finally spoke. His voice wasn’t deep but slightly hoarse, making it hard to guess his age. “I came up by myself. What do you think?

lips. Okay, she was indeed superfluous.

bother you”

Rain fell around Allison’s slender figure, leaving a faint scent of cherry blossoms in

his view. The guy pulled his

returning from the cemetery, Allison went straight to the hospital. Her mom’s condition was getting worse, and she was distraught. As she entered the room, she saw

Penelope standing by the bed. She didn’t believe

wearing a mask, wholly wrapped up from

guard by Allison’s question, Penelope’s already bad mood worsened. She looked arrogantly at the woman before her, “Who do

scolded, “Allison, be more respectful to Penelope!”

to Allison,

her voice, whispering in Allison’s ear, “Mrs. Lindberg’s position is mine, you’re just a stand–in. Don’t even dream that Lucian would like someone like you. Your mom’s illness… it only takes one word from me to kick

gone soon, and everything will return to