My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Johanna and Beal had been staying in Seacisco ever since they learned of Janet's accident.They devoted all the time and resources possible in search of their beloved daughter.

Johanna couldn't sleep or eat, knowing that her daughter was still out there missing.

In just three days, the radiant Johanna had grown haggard, aging her several years.

The rescue team still couldn't find Janet, so they simply put up tents on the shore and took turns resting.

In the end, Johanna couldn't take it any longer and was about to get on a ship to search for Janet herself, but Beal stopped her.

"How can you goin that shape? I heard that even Brandon fainted on one of the search-and-rescue boats yesterday.He's still in the hospital."

Hearing this, Johanna wrung her hands anxiously.

"What a series of unfortunate events! How about I go to the hospital to check on Brandon now? I don't know if anyone's taking care of him now."

Beal forced a smile and wrapped his coat around Johanna.He too was exhausted after days of nonstop worrying.

"No need.Just wait here for the rescuers’ news.I'll send my assistant to check on him."

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straight to the hospital upon receiving the order from

he was about to enter Brandon's ward, a beautiful woman

strange man coldly.She noticed that he had

assistant.Both he and Mrs.White are worried about Mr.Larson, so they asked me to come and visit him," the assistant explained himself

firmly in front of the door of the ward, Charis

resting.You'd better not disturb him.I'll

expect that he wouldn't be allowed to see Brandon, but he

"Oh, I see.Thank you."

said to Beal and Johanna.Johanna

good.If something bad happens to Brandon, I don't know what I'll say to Janet when she

sound.The sky was clear and

had been searching the waters nearby for

Janet's body

still had high hopes for their

passed, the slimmer the chances

so they could

setting sun reflected on the

hands, Johanna stared at the sea, her eyes sweeping across the

that something was