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.

Grace had lost a lot of weight after surgery, but overall, she was in pretty good spirits.

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

Grace was taken aback, her hands stopped moving.

“I forgot. I’m getting old, I forget things.”

Allison was making the bed and didn’t notice the change in Grace’s expression, as if she was avoiding something.

Allison mumbled to herself, “It’s weird, mine didn’t match your blood type…”

“Allison.” Grace cut her off, 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 just chat.”

“Okay.” Allison agreed, picking up an apple to peel.

Grace sighed, “You’ve grown up so much. Seeing Ms. Flanagan getting married, I just hope you can find your happiness.

“Allison, don’t miss out if you meet the right person.”

“Mom, I just hope you get better soon. Being with you is my happiest moment.”

“You’re such a good girl.” Grace was in high spirits being cheered up by her.

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

Dylan.

She stood up, “Mom, I’ve made a lunch appointment with a friend today. I have to go now, I’ll come to see you again next week.”

Grace’s eyes lit up at the news, “Friend? Boy or girl?”

Allison answered, “It’s Dr. Dylan from Heating Haven Hospital, the doctor who treated you before.”

“Dr. Dylan is a great guy. Allison, you should cherish him.”

Grace seemed thrilled, while Allison was taken aback, realizing her mother had misunderstood. She quickly explained, “Mom, we’re not dating.……..

Before she could finish her sentence, her phone rang.

The incoming call displayed “Dr. Dylan“. What a coincidence.

Allison looked helplessly into Grace’s eyes, “Mom, I have to go now, take good care of yourself.”

Grace smiled, “Go ahead, I’m fine here, I don’t lack anything.”

Grace’s indifference made Allison’s heart ache even more.

How could she possibly be okay in such a tiny room? Especially when she had to endure the pain from the rejection reaction. She looked too skinny.

Allison held back her tears, said her goodbyes. At the door, a bodyguard blindfolded her and led her away.

After walking a few steps, Allison suddenly clutched her stomach, her face contorted with pain, “My stomach hurts, I need to use the bathroom.”