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.”

Frank knew that she was just 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

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

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 looked terrible. Janet had

locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he could only blink at her from the other

from coming out. If he had not helped her down first,

that injured he can still torment single people

tear-filled eyes and

saving him.” “You’re welcome.” Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to thank

care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved

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