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.

had lost a lot of weight after surgery, but overall, she was

suddenly occurred to Allison, “Mom, what’s your

taken aback, her

forgot. I’m getting old, I

notice the change in Grace’s expression, as if she was avoiding

herself, “It’s weird, mine didn’t

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

Allison agreed, picking up

Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just

don’t miss out if you meet

just hope you get better soon. Being

girl.” Grace was in high

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

with a friend today. I have to

the news, “Friend? Boy or girl?”

answered, “It’s Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven