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.”

that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his

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

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

IV needle attached to his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said,

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

hurriedly covered her mouth with one hand to keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped

when he’s that injured he can still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!”

her tear-filled eyes and gave

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

row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the

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