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.

a sudden, she was reminded that the

heart attack. He needs good rest and should be kept

her a

briefly wiped her tears away, ready to enter to

as she recalled the doctor's advice, she retracted her

herself. It had been five years since they last met. Would he still consider her his daughter? Charlotte remained

of a camera

delay, he sent the photo he

blink of an eye, the

set the venue to be at

followed Christopher to the hotel under Charlotte's

Charlotte bumped into Elaine, who was here as the

Emerson Corporation.

in her routine formal attire, but sans the

unobstructed to view,

immaculate white dress. Her hair was scattered

when set side by side with Charlotte' s pristine,

exchange a disciplined glance before they

round's bidding had managed to recruit 15

order of appearance was to be

last with Emerson Corporation's turn just before

past, each company utilized their time to

Emerson Corporation. As their proud representative, Elaine Emerson slowly ascended the stairs on

in the audience could tell she was certain she

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

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

on the PowerPoint projection turned

be the same as hers? Could this be a

Emerson Corp's design prints blew every member of NC's team off