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.

a lot of weight after surgery, but

“Mom, what’s your blood

aback, her

forgot. I’m getting old, I forget things.”

the change in Grace’s expression, as if she was avoiding something.

mine didn’t match your

Grace cut her off, pulling her hand to sit next to her on the bed. She tenderly combed Allison’s hair behind her ear, “You only

up an apple to peel.

grown up so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can find your happiness.

you meet

hope you get better soon. Being with you is

a good girl.” Grace was in high spirits

It was almost time for her appointment with Dr.

I have to go now, I’ll come to

up at the news, “Friend? Boy or girl?”

Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated you