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.”
“It’s okay.” Frank knew that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his chin at the window.
“You 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 was making jokes in a
bid to make her feel better.
After a moment of hesitation, she turned around and walked to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at the man
lying on the bed.
Ethan’s 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 up in bandages and gauze like a mummy. He looked terrible. Janet had never seen him like that before.
It seemed 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. His gaze was gentle and comforting.
en and she hurriedly covered her mouth with one hand to keep her sobs from coming out. If he had not helped her down first, he
wouldn’t have been suffering like this. Frank walked over with his hands behind his back.
“Wow, even when he’s that injured he can still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked, trying to comfort her.
Janet wiped her tear-filled eyes and gave him a watery smile.

“I forgot to thank 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 should be the one thanking Ethan.
Janet had taken a lot of days off from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved
her leave without asking too many questions.
Frank had gotten a room for her to sleep in, so she stayed in the hospital for several days. The service was great in the private
hospital and due to Frank’s excellent skills as a doctor, Ethan’s condition improved quickly.
After the fourth test, Frank told Janet it was okay to enter the ward to visit Ethan.
A nurse put Janet in an asepsis gown and took her into the ward.
Ethan was now wearing a hospital gown but he still had gauze wrapped around his body inside.
Standing beside the bed and looking at him, Janet couldn’t come up with any words. She sobbed instead, biting her lower lip in a
bid to hold her tears back.
Ethan couldn’t bear the sight of her crying. He gave her a gentle smile, and tried to talk about something else.
“Has the cause of the fire been determined? Did anyone tell you?”