My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Rubbing his temples in a bid to alleviate his headache, Frank took off his mask. Heaving a sigh, he massaged his stiff shoulder.

“He’s no longer in any real danger, but he had been seriously injured. He has multiple second degree burns and his lungs are damaged from inhaling too much smoke. He’s going to be in the hospital for at least three weeks.”

“I need to see him.” She tried to go into the ward. Frank stopped her.

“He’s awake, but you can’t go in there. He needs an asepsis environment while his burns heal. if you go in there right now, you might take in bacteria.”

Disappointment darkened Janet’s eyes. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, lowering her head apologetically.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

knew that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his

don’t think even he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like a mummy.” Janet smiled, knowing

she turned around and walked to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at the man lying on the

needle attached to his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he was wrapped up in bandages and gauze like a mummy.

Ethan sensed a gaze on him, because he opened his eyes and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so

one hand to keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have

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tear-filled eyes and gave

much for saving him.” “You’re welcome.” Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to thank him for. If anything, he

to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved her leave without asking too many

room for her to sleep in, so she stayed in the hospital for several days. The service was great in the private hospital and due to Frank’s