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.

that the relationship between herself and her father had turned

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

her a simple explanation, the doctor

ready to enter to take a

the doctor's advice, she

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,

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

an eye, the day of the bidding arrived

had set the venue to be at

the morning, the design team followed

Elaine, who was here as the

Emerson Corporation.

formal attire, but sans the hefty black-framed

were displayed unobstructed to view, which made her appear fresher than

white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally on her shoulders and her face

side by side with Charlotte' s pristine, unpainted face,

exchange a disciplined

bidding had managed to recruit 15

appearance was

was allotted last with Emerson Corporation's turn just before

utilized their time to the fullest as they unveiled their

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

smile lingered on her face and everyone in the audience could

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

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

PowerPoint projection turned Charlotte's

could Elaine's theme be the same as hers? Could

few slides that revealed Emerson Corp's design prints blew