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.

she was reminded that the relationship between herself and

He needs good rest

he left her a simple explanation, the doctor

tears away, ready to enter

as she recalled the doctor's advice,

last met. Would he still consider her his daughter? Charlotte remained standing by the door. After debating with herself

then, in a hidden corner, the shutter of a camera clicked, capturing

delay, he sent the photo he

the blink of an eye, the day of the bidding arrived as

the venue to

team followed Christopher to the hotel under

bumped into Elaine, who was here as

Emerson Corporation.

formal attire,

unobstructed to view, which made her appear fresher than ever

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

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

two did nothing but exchange a disciplined glance before they located

bidding had managed

company's order of appearance was to be decided by drawing

allotted last with Emerson Corporation's turn

time to the fullest

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

on her face and everyone in the audience could tell she was certain she

landed on Charlotte, a tinge of

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

title wordings displayed on the PowerPoint

same as hers? Could this be

design prints blew every