The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 472

The air was thick with dust. 

Janet licked her chapped lips. It had been several hours since the ceiling collapsed. She had turned off her cellphone to save its battery. She only turned it on to check the time occasionally. 

Last she checked, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. She and Ethan had arrived at the cinema at around two o’clock. Six hours had passed.

Her stomach kept grumbling, reminding her of how hungry she was. She was used to having meals on time, so naturally, she was quite hungry by now. The popcorn Ethan had bought was now mixed with dust and pieces of the ceiling. She picked out the clean popcorn and ate it to calm her angry stomach. The coke had also spilled. The brown liquid was all over the floor. 

“There’s a bit left!”. Janet’s eyes lit up. She was lucky. 

There was a bit of coke left in the cup.

Using the light from her phone, she crawled back to Ethan.

There was a huge slab of slate on Ethan’s body. One side of the slab had pierced into his body. Blood trickled down along his body, forming a pool of blood on the ground. His wound was covered with dust and rubble. The space under the seat was too narrow, so Janet couldn’t reach him. She wanted to check his wound, but she couldn’t see it clearly. 

Fearing that Ethan would lose too much blood, Janet held his jaw and tried to pour the coke into his mouth. Ethan was unconscious. The coke she poured simply spilled out from the corner of his mouth.

“Miss, are you okay?” A rescuer asked warmly, reaching out his hand towards her with a flashlight.

“Please save my husband first. He’s trapped down here.” Tears welled up in her eyes. She refused to let them save her first. The rescue team obliged. Several men lifted the huge slab of slate off of Ethan’s body.

Only then did she see a deep gash on Ethan’s back. It looked really bad. His torn clothes exposed the scar caused by the fire, and now the new wound marred his skin. Covering her mouth, Janet looked away, a lump forming in her throat.

His old wound healed not long ago, and now there would probably be a new scar. Thinking of this, Janet couldn’t hold back her tears anymore.