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 was in

Allison, “Mom, what’s your blood

was taken aback, her hands stopped

forgot. I’m getting old, I forget

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

“It’s weird, mine didn’t match

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

Allison agreed, picking up

so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I

if you meet the right

soon. Being with

was in high spirits being cheered up

glanced at the time. It was almost time for her appointment with

stood up, “Mom, I’ve made a lunch appointment with a friend today. I have to go now, I’ll come to see you again next week.”

up at the news, “Friend?

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