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.”

that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his chin at

glass, but you should ready your heart for the sight. He’s all wrapped up in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like a mummy.” Janet smiled, knowing that Frank

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

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

his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he could only

with one hand to keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first, he

he’s that injured he can still torment single people with

and gave him

Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to thank him for. If anything, he should

work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it

in, so she stayed in the hospital for several days. The service