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.

surgery, but overall, she was in pretty

Allison, “Mom, what’s

taken aback, her hands stopped moving.

forgot. I’m getting old,

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

“It’s weird, mine

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

picking up an apple to

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

don’t miss out if you meet

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

a good girl.” Grace was in high spirits being cheered up by her.

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

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

eyes lit up at the

Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated