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.”

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

think even he himself ever imagined

Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at the man

had said, he was wrapped up in bandages and gauze like a mummy. He looked terrible. Janet had never seen

turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so

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

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eyes and gave him a watery smile.

Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to thank

in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved her leave without asking

for several days. The service was great in the