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.”

knew that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised

should ready your heart for the sight. He’s all wrapped up in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined

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

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 was wrapped up in bandages and gauze like a mummy. He

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

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

he’s that injured he can still torment single people with

her tear-filled eyes and gave him a watery

forgot to thank 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

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

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