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.

weight after surgery, but overall, she was in pretty

to Allison, “Mom, what’s your blood

was taken aback, her hands stopped

getting old,

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

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

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

Allison agreed, picking up

much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I

miss out if you meet the right

just hope you get better soon. Being with you is

girl.” Grace was in high

the time. It was

I’ve made a lunch appointment with a friend today. I have

the news, “Friend? Boy or girl?”

Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated you