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.

had lost a lot of weight after surgery, but overall, she was

“Mom, what’s your blood type?”

was taken aback, her hands stopped moving.

I’m getting old, I forget

the change

to herself, “It’s weird, mine

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

agreed, picking up an apple to peel.

Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can find your happiness.

if you meet

I just hope you get better soon. Being with you is my

girl.” Grace was in

glanced at the time. It was

with a friend today. I have to go now, I’ll come to see you again next week.”

lit up at the news, “Friend? Boy or

answered, “It’s Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated