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.

the relationship

a heart attack. He needs good rest and should

a

briefly wiped her tears away, ready to enter to take a

doctor's advice, she

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

hidden corner, the shutter of

delay, he

blink of an eye, the day of the bidding arrived

client had set the venue to be at Royal Dragon

morning, the design team followed Christopher to the

bumped into Elaine, who was here as

Emerson Corporation.

Charlotte was clad in her routine formal attire, but sans

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

an immaculate white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally

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

disciplined glance before they located

bidding had managed to recruit

appearance was to be

was allotted last with Emerson

each company utilized their time to the fullest

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

in

gaze landed on Charlotte, a

Corporation's

PowerPoint projection

the same as hers? Could this be a

few slides that revealed Emerson Corp's design prints