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

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

her hands

getting old, I forget things.”

change in Grace’s expression, as if she

weird, mine didn’t match your blood

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

agreed, picking up an apple

sighed, “You’ve grown up so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I

miss out if you meet

hope you get better soon. Being with you

in high spirits being cheered up by

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

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

lit up at the news, “Friend? Boy or girl?”

Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor