The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Allison got home. She scored some ribs from the supermarket because they were on sale. She also grabbed some fresh fruits and veggies, and stashed them in the fridge. When she walked into the living room, she realized Grace was out. So, she whipped out her phone planning to give Grace a buzz to check in on her whereabouts and when she’d be making it home.

While she was at it, she noticed a bunch of news notifications popping up on her phone screen. Regardless of which chat app or browser she opened, the first news that popped up, eight out of ten times, was about some mishap at a posh charity ball – ‘Penelope fainting while trying to save Miranda, losing her kid’, and all that jazz.

She frowned slightly. Her gut was telling her that Grace might have made a beeline for the hospital.

The hospital was on lockdown, swarming with media hacks who didn’t want to miss out on any juicy scoops. Some journos even managed to sneak into the inpatient department. But, they all got stopped by the security guards.

Grace, a scrawny middle-aged woman, waltzed right into the inpatient department. Despite being right under the noses of the security guards, they didn’t stop her.

She stepped out of the elevator and made a beeline for Penelope’s room. This was a VIP room, charging an arm and a leg, so it had few patients and was relatively quiet, with only nurses and doctors bustling about.

Grace didn’t need to ask the nurses or doctors where Penelope’s room was. She could tell right away from the four bodyguards posted outside room 703. But she couldn’t get in. Grace was getting antsy.

of them came over and asked her, “Who

didn’t look

“I work for the Flanagan family. How’s

her say this, he didn’t doubt her but still barred her way, “That’s not for you to know. You say you work for them, then you should get back to work.

you tell me how Ms. Flanagan is doing? Is she awake? Are her injuries severe?” Grace was

reports.

at Grace, “Don’t cause us troubles. You should go home.”

door to the room opened and Christopher stepped out, “What’s all the noise

Flanagan, one of your staff is here.” The bodyguard

surprised. Grace hadn’t expected Christopher to be there. She averted her eyes, but

bodyguard away, “Grace, what brings you here.” He seemed to know that this wasn’t the place to talk, so he suggested, “Let’s go

throat, “Leah is