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

a heart attack. He needs good rest and should be

a simple explanation, the

ready to enter to take

as she recalled the doctor's advice, she

bitterly to herself. It had been five years since they last met. Would he still consider her his daughter? Charlotte remained standing

hidden corner, the shutter of

finished his task. Without delay, he sent the photo he had taken to

the day of the bidding

client had set the venue to be

the design team followed Christopher to the hotel under

dismay, Charlotte bumped into Elaine,

Emerson Corporation.

her routine formal attire,

view, which made her appear

the other hand, donned an immaculate white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally on

by side with Charlotte' s pristine, unpainted face, she seemed a little

but exchange a disciplined glance before they

round's bidding had managed to recruit 15

company's order of appearance was to be

last with Emerson Corporation's

their time to the fullest as they unveiled

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

everyone in the audience could tell

and the moment her gaze landed on Charlotte,

and behold! Emerson Corporation's design concept. We call

PowerPoint projection turned Charlotte's brain

Elaine's theme be the same as hers?

design prints blew