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

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

Lifting

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 couldn't speak, so he could only blink at her from the other side of the glass. His gaze was gentle

If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like this. Frank walked

still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!”

eyes and

Doctor Watson. Thank you so 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

from work in a row in order to take care

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