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.”

about Ethan. He raised his chin at the window.

through the 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

to the window. Lifting a hand

had

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

had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like

that injured he can still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked,

wiped her tear-filled eyes and

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 should be the one

from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved her leave without asking too

her to sleep in, so she stayed in the hospital for several days. The service was great in