The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Grace strolled into the hospital room. “Ms. Penelope, how are you feeling now? I brought you some homemade soup I’ve been simmering all night.”

Grace had made the soup in secret, after her daughter Allison was asleep, worried she would be discovered. She had a hunch Allison was onto her, but how could she hide her emotions when she saw Penelope hurt?

It was all her fault. She should never have done it. She regretted it so much. She owed an apology to both Allison and Penelope.

Penelope frowned at Grace’s downtrodden appearance, but said, “Sit down, Ms. Grace.”

Grace poured out the soup, and its aroma filled the room. Penelope was quite hungry. Margo’s cooking was mediocre at best. After drinking a bit of the soup, she said to Grace, “Ms. Grace, I came to see you today because there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

Leaning back, Penelope continued, “I’ve broken my arm and leg, but three months from now, I’ll be marrying Lucian. You’ve watched me grow up, so of course, I wanted to share this happy news with you.”

was of course thrilled. A conversation with Penelope always perked her up, and the prospect of witnessing Penelope’s wedding made her ecstatic. “Ms.

punished me and didn’t allow me to have chocolate. I was hiding and crying in the storage room, and you were the one who came to comfort me and sneak me a piece. And when I didn’t want to learn to play the piano because it hurt my fingers, you were the one

you remembered all that, Ms. Penelope.” She knew Penélope could be spoiled at times, but she was good

good to me, of course I remember. I was a bit disrespectful at times when I

you’re happy and live a blessed life, that’s all that matters.”

“That offer you had to move to

here. She doesn’t want to go anywhere. We’ve always

a difficult position. She didn’t really want to leave either.

to her, she wouldn’t let her and Allison leave Northfield. So,