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.”

she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his chin

in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like a mummy.” Janet smiled, knowing that Frank was making jokes in a bid to

to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass,

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 never seen him

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

had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like this. Frank walked over

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her tear-filled eyes and gave him a watery smile.

his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to thank him for. If

of days off from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved her

the hospital for several days. The service was great in