The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 487

Allison got a call from the hospital nurse, saying Grace was ready to be discharged. She rubbed her forehead and said, “Thank you. I got it.” After hanging up, her brows remained furrowed.

She couldn’t suppress the pressure in her heart, feeling like there was a lump in her chest that just wouldn’t go away. After a few minutes, she sighed and called Emma, asking her to find a reliable home service agency. She needed a nanny to take care of Grace.

Emma was efficient. By the afternoon, a nanny had arrived at Blue Mountain Estate. Allison called the nanny and gave her some instructions, especially reminding her to make sure Grace took her meds on time, and look after her diet and general well-being. The guest bedroom would be the nanny’s quarters.

The nanny nodded, “Understoods.”

When Grace got home and pushed open the door, she saw the living room was tidy as a pin. A woman in her forties, wearing a blue apron, with her mid-length hair tied up, was mopping the floor. Seeing Grace, Sammy said, “Miss Zimmer sent me to look after you.”

As a nanny assigned by the home service agency, Sammy had no idea about what was going on between Grace and Allison. She just assumed it was a busy daughter unable to take care of her sick mother.

It seemed like she was thinking about what Sammy had just said. “You said my daughter sent you

put down her mop, “Yes, Miss Allison sent me.”

of water for Grace, “Ms. Grace, Miss Zimmer has instructed me that you will be in the master bedroom

books on the shelf and fewer clothes in the wardrobe. Almost all of Allison’s personal items

face turned pale, she took a step back and leaned against the door. Sure enough, Allison

others’ affairs. She just hoped to do her job well. The pay was good, and she feared if Grace wasn’t satisfied, she might be sent back to the agency. So she quickly said with enthusiasm, “Ms. Grace, why don’t you rest? You must be tired coming back

exhausted. She lay down on the

and texted Allison, “Miss Zimmer, Ms. Grace has gone to bed, she seems okay.”

took out a bottle of red wine. She poured herself half a glass and took a sip. The wine was mellow and sweet;

mocking words echoed in her mind.

birth to a daughter like a noble?”