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 good

to Allison, “Mom, what’s

her hands stopped moving.

old, I forget

bed and didn’t notice the change in Grace’s expression, as

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

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

up an apple to

grown up so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope

don’t miss out if you

better soon. Being with you is my happiest moment.”

in high spirits being cheered up

peeling the apple, glanced at the time. It was almost time

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

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

answered, “It’s Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated you before.”