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

he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like a mummy.” Janet smiled, knowing that Frank was making

of hesitation, she turned around and walked to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass,

an IV 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. He looked terrible. Janet had never

and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he could only blink at her from the other side of the glass. His

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 joked, trying

eyes and gave him a

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

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

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