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.

of weight after surgery, but overall, she was

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

her hands

getting old, I

change in Grace’s expression,

weird, mine didn’t match

bed. She tenderly combed Allison’s hair behind her ear, “You only visit so rarely, let’s

agreed, picking up an apple to

sighed, “You’ve grown up so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can find

if you meet the right person.”

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

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

the time. It

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

at the

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