Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

It was 11 o'clock at night.

Charlotte didn't feel the slightest bit lethargic as she rolled around in bed. The image of Sheryl having fun with Shane earlier during the day kept resurfacing in her mind.

Sheryl's pure smile reflected so much happiness. It was evident that she was having such a good time.

As she looked back on this, Charlotte felt a little rueful.

She knew for a fact that Sheryl had always longed for fatherly love. Still, she never mentioned wanting a father as she was worried about hurting her mother's heart. Even when other children teased her, she would silently put up with it alone.

Sheryl' s obedience and pragmatism only made Charlotte feel more ashamed of herself as a mother.

"Beep beep!"

The phone she had put aside buzzed. The notification immediately pulled Charlotte back to her senses. Wiping away her tears, she picked up her phone from the bedside table. It was a message from Anne.

'Lottie, are you asleep?'

'Nope. What's the matter?" Charlotte replied.

'How was the day with Shane? From what I can see, Sheryl likes him an awful lot.'

'Yeah, she does. She told me today that she likes him very much.'

Once this message was out, it took a long while before a new message came in.

those eyebrows and that nose of hers, they look

she had already noticed their alikeness

could

typed in

this happening is too minimal, perhaps completely impossible. How could he be

'You're right. Shane Fuller is known for his tendency

literally no

giggle when she read the message. To think Shane was such a

to put down her phone, another notification came in

unwittingly read

For Serious Health Issues.' Beneath it was a short description, adding that the corporation's share price was plummeting. Charlotte stared inanimately at the notification and her

serious health

father had always been in tip-top condition.

in her throat. She no longer had the cognitive capacity to think about anything

hastily changed out of her pajamas. After one last glance at sleeping Sheryl, she booked a taxi and rushed toward the hospital named in the news. Twenty- odd minutes later,

station just in time to catch a young

which room Timothy Emerson

inquiry about a patient in a VIP ward, she looked at Charlotte warily and asked, "May I know how you are related to the

this, the patient's family had ordered that no

"I'm his..."

already mentioned that Mr. Emerson is doing fine? Please stop