The Substitute Wife: 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

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

Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked

ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he was wrapped up

locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he

her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have

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tear-filled eyes and gave him a watery smile.

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

had 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 approved her leave

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