The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Only then did lanet remember that someone from the property management authority had called her this morning to give some details about the fire

She had been so worried about Ethan’s injury at the time that she soon forgot about it.

“The property management staff called earlier and told me that they’ve obtained some results from the preliminary investigation,” Janet said now. Her brows furrowed as she tried to recall the conversation.

“He said that the electric wiring of the unit below ours was faulty, which eventually caused a short circuit that led to the fire. They still have no idea how the wiring got damaged, though, since the unit has been unoccupied for a long time.” Ethan stared at her and mulled over this information. 

“It is strange, isn’t it?” he asked after a while

That made Janet pause

“Yes, I also felt that something wasn’t right about the whole thing. The staff reassured me that the community’s fire safety measures has always been top-notch. Even if it was a short circuit, the alarms should have been triggered as soon as the wires ignited. What's more, Laney told me that a huge truck was parked in the neighborhood the entire time that night, and the driver was nowhere to be found. It was blocking the way, and that was why the fire engines got delayed with their emergency response. I wanted to ask the staff about this, too, but he sounded so apologetic and ashamed that I thought it best to let the matter go for now.” She was much calmer as she recounted all that she knew

darker with every

an accident at all. It looks deliberate. Arson, pure and simple.”

the truck that night. No sensible driver would park their vehicles in an area allotted for firefighters or emergency responders,

lips, not knowing what to think of the whole incident. She wasn’t the type to think the worst of other people unless there was proof of their misdeeds.

We can go over the details later, once you’re all better.” With that, Janet opened

a proper rest

bone soup and some pickled vegetables. At first, Ethan had no intention of eating at all. He simply didn’t feel like it. However, as the

Janet ladled a spoonful of the broth herself, blew on

in his mouth and glided down his throat before settling at the pit of his stomach. Just like that, the tension in his body loosened up, and he felt unexpectedly cozy in his cold hospital

whole bowl of soup. He looked at Janet when he was done, basking in the tender sense of comfort one