Chapter 480
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
There were virtually no cars or pedestrians around. The villas and underground garages here seemed like mere decorations. With parking spaces on top, those who lived in this villa complex usually parked their cars there.
Penelope didnât bother hiding her moans. âPete, Pete go easy.â
âGo easy, Penelope, like this?â
Although Penelope was saying âgo easy,â her body was very cooperative. Not far away, a young woman with a mask on was hiding behind a column. She was holding her phone, secretly recording the whole process..
Allison was sitting in the living room. Linda brought her a cup of coffee.
There was no one around, and Margo was nowhere to be seen. Linda couldnât help but ask, âHowâs Ms. Grace? I havenât seen her in ages, and I have no idea about her health condition.â
âSheâs okay,â Allison responded succinctly.
Linda knew. Sheâs betrayed Allison before, and their relationship could never be the same. Linda took the tray to the kitchen, picked up the cleaning tools, and went to the garden. She pruned the flowers, cleaned up the pots, and then saw Margo on the phone beside the flower bed. âMrs. Flanagan, yes, Allison is here. We donât know where Ms. Flanagan has gone. When will you be back?â
Seeing this, Linda immediately put down what she was holding and went back to the living room.
âAllison, you should leave now. Margo is calling Mrs. Flanagan. She is out playing cards, and I think sheâll be back in a few minutes.â
Linda was worried that Leahâs return would upset Allison. After all, during her time with the Flanagan family, Leah often bullied Allison. So she specifically came to notify Allison.
Allison took a sip of her coffee. The bitterness and aroma of the black coffee spread deep in her throat.
She slowly raised her eyes. âI want to see Mrs. Flanagan.â She gripped her coffee cup tightly, taking a deep breath.
Allison didnât know how to describe her feelings at this moment. There was no joy, no resentment or bitterness. She just found it both ridiculous and sad. She even felt that when the truth was revealed, nobody would be happy. Leah learning that she was her biological daughter probably wouldnât feel happy either.
Allison herself wouldnât be happy.
Sure enough, Leah immediately put down her cards upon receiving the call and headed home. In no more than five or six minutes, she walked into the living room. Seeing Allison sitting on the couch, Leah immediately looked as if sheâd got a thorn in her eye.
In her eyes, Allison was the most humble maid in the Flanagan family. But now, she was sitting on the couch in a splendid dress, like a dignified guest. Leah, of course, recognized the expensive dress Allison was wearing.
âMargo told me we have a guest. I was wondering who it could be. Turns out itâs the most humble maid in our house. What brings you here? Whereâs your mother?? Allison slowly exhaled. She looked at Leah, her vision suddenly becoming blurry. She rubbed her eyes, but her eye sockets felt swollen and sore. âMrs. Flanagan.â She gritted her teeth before she could say these words, her emotions in turmoil.
âI came to see Penelope. Iâm wondering how her fracture is healing?â
âMy daughter doesnât need your visit.â
Leah didnât immediately throw her out. She wanted to continue humiliating Allison a bit more. She looked at the bracelet on Allisonâs wrist and said, âI knew that with a mother like Grace who has no self-
respect, there would be a daughter like you who also has no self-respect. Have you found another rich man? He must be as old as Christopher, old enough to be your father. You really gave up your dignity for money.â
Allison listened to Leahâs humiliating words, her face somewhat pale. But there was a hint of a smile on her lips, and a touch of mockery in her eyes. âMrs. Flanagan, is that what you think of me?â