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.”

that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his chin

through the glass, but you should ready your heart for the sight. He’s all wrapped up 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

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

and much like Frank had said, he

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

If he had not helped her down first, he

injured he can still torment single people with PDA

eyes and gave him a watery

mind. Ethan invested in the

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

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