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.”

worried about Ethan. He raised his

can see him 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

walked to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at

eyes were closed and there was an IV needle attached to his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he was wrapped

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

had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like this. Frank walked over with his hands

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

wiped her tear-filled eyes and gave him

mind. Ethan invested in the hospital.

a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved

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