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.

Especially those eyebrows and that nose of hers, they look exactly like Shane's. Say, do you think he could be...' Upon reading the message, Charlotte distinctly felt her

had already noticed

could this

typed

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

received Anne's response. 'You're right. Shane Fuller is known for his tendency to

are literally no other

a giggle when she read the message.

phone, another notification came in for a piece of

read

of Emerson Corporation, Hospitalized For Serious Health Issues.' Beneath it was a short description, adding that the

for serious health

had always been

uneasiness she felt lodged in her throat. She no longer had the

and hastily changed out of her pajamas. After one last glance at sleeping Sheryl, she booked a taxi and rushed toward the hospital named

in time to

which

looked at Charlotte warily and asked, "May I know how you are related

this, the patient's family had ordered that no ordinary

"I'm his..."

that Mr. Emerson is doing fine?

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