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.

was reminded that the relationship between

He needs good rest and should be kept

her a simple explanation, the

her tears away, ready to enter to

the doctor's advice, she retracted

smiled bitterly to herself. It had been five years since they last met. Would he still consider her his daughter? Charlotte remained standing by the door. After debating with herself for a long moment,

a hidden corner, the shutter of a camera clicked,

he sent the photo

of an eye, the day

venue

the morning, the design team followed

dismay, Charlotte bumped into Elaine, who

Emerson Corporation.

in her routine formal attire, but sans the hefty

were displayed unobstructed to view, which made her appear fresher

hair was scattered naturally on

side by side with Charlotte' s pristine,

exchange a disciplined glance before they located their

had managed

was to

with Emerson Corporation's turn

the minutes ticked past, each company utilized their time

presentation was a warm round of applause and up next was Emerson Corporation. As their proud representative,

face and everyone in

her gaze landed on Charlotte, a tinge of provocation flickered within her

and behold! Emerson Corporation's

title wordings displayed on the PowerPoint projection

theme be the same as hers? Could this

few slides that revealed Emerson Corp's design prints blew every member