The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 112

She caught sight of the middle–aged woman sitting by the window, knitting a scarf. Tears welled up in her eyes as she approached.

Grace was looking much better, popping a ton of anti–rejection meds every day, with no obvious side effects. She was tightly controlled, only allowed to see Allison once a week.

‘Allison.”

“Mom, how have you been feeling lately?”

“I’m fine.” She caressed Allison’s face, “You’ve been through so much.”

Allison put her face against her mother’s cheek, “Mom, I promise I’ll get you out of here.”

“Don’t worry about me, they won’t hurt me. Don’t quarrel with Mrs. Flanagan and Ms. Flanagan, don’t be so stubborn, learn to compromise.”

“I understand, mom.”

Looking at Grace’s pale and weak figure, Allison felt her heart aching.

of weight after surgery, but overall,

to Allison, “Mom,

was taken aback, her

getting old,

didn’t notice the change in Grace’s expression, as if

mumbled to herself, “It’s weird, mine didn’t match your blood type…”

to her on the bed. She tenderly combed Allison’s hair behind her ear, “You only visit so

up an apple to peel.

so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can

don’t miss out if you meet the right person.”

better soon. Being with you is my happiest

was in high

apple, glanced at the time. It was almost

up, “Mom, I’ve made a lunch appointment with a friend today. I have to go now, I’ll come to see

lit up at the news, “Friend? Boy

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