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

in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined

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

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

like Ethan sensed a gaze on him, because he opened his eyes and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he could only blink at her from the other side of the glass.

If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t

when he’s that injured he can still torment single

and gave

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

in order to take care of Ethan. Since

in the hospital for several days. The service was great in the private hospital