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

occurred to Allison, “Mom, what’s your blood type?”

taken aback, her hands stopped moving.

forgot. I’m getting old,

notice the change in Grace’s expression,

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

to sit next to her on the bed. She tenderly

agreed, picking up an apple

much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can find your

out if you meet the

get better soon. Being with you is my happiest

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

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

friend today. I have to go now, I’ll come to see you

eyes lit up at the news,

Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who