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

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 make her feel

of hesitation, she turned around and walked to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at the man lying on the

to his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he was wrapped up in bandages and gauze

on him, because he opened his eyes and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he

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

still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked, trying to

wiped her tear-filled eyes and gave him

“You’re welcome.” Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan

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 without

had gotten a room for her to sleep in, so she stayed in the hospital for several days. The service was great in the private hospital and due to Frank’s excellent skills as a doctor, Ethan’s condition improved