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 in pretty good spirits.

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

her hands stopped moving.

I’m getting old, I forget things.”

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

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

hand to sit next to her on the bed. She tenderly combed Allison’s

agreed, picking up an apple to

getting married, I

miss out if you meet the right

hope you get better soon. Being with you is my happiest moment.”

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

at the time. It

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

eyes lit up at the news, “Friend?

from Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated you before.”