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.”

worried about Ethan. He raised his chin at the window.

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

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

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

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

hurriedly covered her mouth with 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

injured he can still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked,

wiped her tear-filled eyes and gave

thank you, Doctor Watson. Thank you so much for saving him.” “You’re welcome.” Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital.

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

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