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.

in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like

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

his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he was wrapped up in

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

had not helped her

“Wow, even when he’s that injured he can still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked,

tear-filled eyes and gave him

you, 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 be the one thanking

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

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 improved quickly.