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
But Ethan’s face only grew darker with every word she spoke.
“I don’t think this is an accident at all. It looks deliberate. Arson, pure and simple.”
He pondered for a few seconds before adding, “The property management of our neighborhood has always been strict, whether
it involved the tenants or their guests. Plus, you mentioned there’s the truck that night. No sensible driver would park their
vehicles in an area allotted for firefighters or emergency responders, yet such a thing happened on this one particular day. It just
couldn’t have been a coincidence.”
Janet pursed her 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. The Lester family couldn’t have been behind this terrible affair, or could they?

“Well, let’s leave it to the authorities. You just have to focus on your recovery. We can go over the details later, once you’re all
better.” With that, Janet opened the lunch box she had brought.
“Frank said that you need a proper rest for the next few days.”
She carefully laid out the dishes she had prepared-beef 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 tempting smell of food filled the air, he found that he had a rather
healthy appetite.
“Here, drink this soup before it gets cold.” Even as she said it, Janet ladled a spoonful of the broth herself, blew on it, and
brought it to Ethan’s lips. He slowly obliged.
The warmth of the soup spread 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 bed.
Before either of them knew it, Ethan had already finished the whole bowl of soup. He looked at Janet when he was done,
basking in the tender sense of comfort one usually found in one’s family.
He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt it. Ethan was suddenly gripped with fear that he might lose it all over again, that
his beloved wife might leave him one day.
On a whim, he asked, “What if I make a grave mistake in the future? Will you forgive me and stay?”
Janet looked confused, but she only filled the bowl with some more soup and got it ready for Ethan.
She didn’t think anything of his words just now; all she cared about was his health. “Are you even capable of making such a
mistake? Here, open your mouth. You have to finish everything I brought.”
As Ethan’s condition gradually improved, Janet got back to work. She wanted to be by his side and take care of him, of course,
but he needed to stay at the hospital for a considerable length of time, Tiffany had already been magnanimous by allowing her a
few days of absence a few weeks back. Janet couldn’t bring herself to ask for more.
As for Ethan, he listened to Janet like a dutiful husband, and concentrated on his recuperation in Frank’s private hospital. Once
Janet had gone for the day, he made a call to Garrett.
“Look into the fire incident. Launch a full-on investigation and report back to me as soon as possible.”