My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The fire seemed to grow bigger with every passing minute, and the smoke mingled with the clouds in the sky. It was a serious fire accident, and the people gathered around gasped in fear.

At that moment, a helicopter with the Larson Group's logo broke through the smoke and hovered above the rooftop.

The rope ladder rolled down, and the rescuers climbed down. Séveral men in bright orange suits jumped off the rope and saved Ethan, who had passed out.

The sound of the propeller gradually reached Janet's ears.

Seeing the helicopter parked in an open space near the neighborhood, she immediately rushed over. Ethan's face was covered in soot, and there were multiple burns on his body. He was unconscious. The blood from the wounds soaked his shirt. All the residents swarmed around him, and some kind- hearted person called 911.

"He is severely injured.”

what Ethan had been through. She wiped the tears off her face and escorted

she must have hurt herself when she fell on the

Janet shook her head fiercely. She forced herself to calm down and

of Frank's hospital. The driver didn't refuse. He knew it was a high-end private hospital, and the equipment

Frank standing there with a dozen medical staff as if they had been

watched his people wheeled Ethan into the hospital in a stretcher bed. His face turned grim when he saw

OR and call the attending doctor of the Dermatology Department

hurriedly ordered the nurse. Then, he and a dozen doctors pushed

outside the door. Her swelled-up ankles had turned red. Laney couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

the door. He is right inside there and won't go anywhere."

doctors are treating him now."