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

suddenly occurred to Allison, “Mom, what’s

her hands stopped moving.

getting old, I forget things.”

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

mumbled to herself, “It’s weird, mine didn’t match

her on the bed. She tenderly combed Allison’s hair behind her ear, “You only visit

agreed, picking up an apple to

Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope

if you meet the right person.”

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

Grace was in high spirits being cheered

time. It was almost

made a lunch appointment with a friend today. I have to go

the

Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the