Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

A trace of doubt emerged in Charlotte's mind. But before she could continue eavesdropping, the elevator arrived with a ding. Elaine stalked into the elevator and turned around to face the front. Right at that moment, Charlotte hurriedly spun around.

She did not want Elaine to see her, especially not now.

Unfortunately, Elaine did just that.

However, she didn't seem fearful of being exposed. Instead, her lips curved upward into a sinister smirk.

The elevator doors closed and broke off the women's eye contact. Charlotte looked up at the clock on the wall and realized it was already an hour past midnight.

Where would Elaine be going so late at night?

"Oh no, something's come up with the patient in Room 888!"

A trainee nurse came rushing into the on-call room. Very quickly, a doctor stepped out and headed toward Room 888.

Instinctively, a bad feeling brewed in Charlotte's gut. There was no way that her father was the patient she was talking about, right?

She didn't allow herself much time to overanalyze. She simply followed behind to take a look for herself.

Sure enough, the patient of Room 888 was her father, Timothy Emerson.

Charlotte stood by the door in a daze as she watched the medical staff rendering resuscitation efforts.

Seconds felt like minutes until she finally saw the heartbeat on his vital signs monitor return to normal.

As she stood by the door and watched from the outside, tears streamed down her face. She hastily stopped the doctor before he could leave and urged, "Doctor, what... what's wrong with him? What illness does he have?"

The doctor stared at Charlotte with a sense of skepticism as he asked, "Who are you?"

'T m his, his..." Daughter. She was his daughter, but she couldn't seem to enunciate the word.

reminded that the relationship between herself and her father had

attack. He needs good rest and

her a simple explanation,

tears away, ready

the doctor's advice, she retracted her

It had been five years since they last met. Would he still consider her his daughter? Charlotte remained standing by the door. After

in a hidden corner, the shutter of a camera clicked, capturing an image

the photographer finished his task. Without delay, he sent

an eye, the day of the bidding arrived as

set the venue to be

morning, the design team followed Christopher to

Elaine, who was here

Emerson Corporation.

clad in her routine formal attire, but sans the hefty black-framed

large, glimmering eyes were displayed unobstructed to view, which made her appear fresher than ever

on the other hand, donned an immaculate white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally on her shoulders and her face was caked exquisitely with make-up as

when set side by side with Charlotte' s pristine, unpainted face, she seemed a little tacky in

did nothing but exchange a disciplined glance before they

round's bidding had managed

order of appearance was to be decided by

with Emerson Corporation's turn just

the minutes ticked past, each company utilized their time to the fullest as they unveiled their design

applause and up next was Emerson Corporation. As their proud representative, Elaine Emerson slowly

face and everyone in the audience could tell she

eyes scanned the crowd and the moment her gaze landed on Charlotte,

Emerson Corporation's design concept. We

the PowerPoint projection turned Charlotte's brain

be the same as

Emerson Corp's design prints blew every member of NC's team