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.”

just worried about Ethan. He raised his

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 to make

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

Frank had said, he was wrapped up

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

hand to keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first,

he’s that injured he can still torment single people

her tear-filled eyes and gave

you, Doctor Watson. Thank you so 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

a lot of days off from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since

days. The service was great in