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.”

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

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 was making jokes in a bid to

Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at the man lying on the

eyes were closed and there was an IV needle attached to his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he

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

and she hurriedly covered her mouth with one hand to keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like this. Frank walked over with his hands behind his

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

wiped her tear-filled eyes and

in his mind. Ethan

from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany

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 excellent skills as a doctor, Ethan’s condition