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.

sudden, she was reminded that the relationship between herself and her father had

patient had a heart attack. He needs good rest and should

her a

ready to enter to

doctor's

he still consider her his daughter?

the shutter of a

finished his task. Without delay, he sent the photo

of an eye, the day of the

set the venue to be at

followed Christopher to the

into Elaine, who was

Emerson Corporation.

formal attire, but

to view, which made her appear fresher than ever

Her hair was scattered

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

did nothing but exchange a disciplined

managed to

order of appearance was to be decided by

was allotted last with Emerson Corporation's turn just

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

a warm round of applause and up next was Emerson Corporation. As their proud representative, Elaine Emerson slowly ascended the stairs on

face and everyone in the audience could

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

gentlemen, lo and behold! Emerson Corporation's design concept. We call this

PowerPoint

be the same as hers? Could this be a

few slides that revealed Emerson Corp's design prints