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.”

was just worried about Ethan. He raised his

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

to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at

had said, he was wrapped

gaze on him, because he opened his eyes and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he could only blink at her from the other

keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like this.

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tear-filled eyes and gave him a

Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to

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

she stayed in the hospital for several days. The service was great in the