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,

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

her hands stopped moving.

I’m getting old,

bed and didn’t notice the change in Grace’s

mine didn’t match your blood type…”

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

agreed, picking up an apple to peel.

much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married,

out if you meet the right person.”

better soon.

good girl.” Grace was in

finished peeling the apple, glanced at the time. It was almost time for her appointment with Dr. Dylan.

up, “Mom, I’ve made a lunch appointment with a friend today. I have to go now, I’ll come to

up at the news, “Friend? Boy

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