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.

after surgery, but overall, she was in pretty

Allison, “Mom, what’s your blood

her hands stopped

forgot. I’m getting old, I

was making the bed and didn’t notice the change in Grace’s expression, as if she

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

her off, pulling her hand to sit next to her on the bed. She

agreed, picking up an apple to peel.

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

if you meet the right person.”

hope you get better soon. Being with you is

such a good girl.” Grace was in

It was almost time for

a lunch appointment with a friend today. I

eyes lit up at the news, “Friend? Boy or

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