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.

lot of weight after surgery, but overall, she

“Mom, what’s your blood type?”

taken aback, her

forgot. I’m getting old, I forget

notice the change

herself, “It’s weird, mine didn’t match your

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

picking up an apple to peel.

“You’ve grown up so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can

miss out if you meet the

hope you get better soon. Being

such a good girl.” Grace was in high spirits

apple, glanced at the time. It was almost time for her appointment with Dr. Dylan.

a friend today. I have to go now, I’ll

lit up at the news, “Friend?

Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the