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

heart attack. He needs good rest and should

a simple explanation, the

ready to enter

she recalled the doctor's

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, she ultimately decided to

hidden corner, the shutter of a camera clicked, capturing an image

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

of an eye, the day of the

venue to be

team followed Christopher to the hotel under Charlotte's

Elaine, who

Emerson Corporation.

formal attire, but sans

view, which made her appear fresher than ever

dress. Her hair was scattered naturally on her shoulders and her face was caked exquisitely with make-up

with Charlotte' s pristine, unpainted face, she seemed

did nothing but exchange a disciplined

managed to

was to

was allotted last with Emerson Corporation's

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

was Emerson Corporation. As their proud representative, Elaine Emerson slowly ascended the stairs on her 5-inch

her face and everyone in the audience could tell she was

gaze landed

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

on the PowerPoint

the same as hers? Could

few slides that revealed Emerson Corp's design