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.

sudden, she was reminded that the relationship between herself and her father had turned

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

her a simple explanation,

wiped her tears away, ready to

the doctor's advice, she

Would he still consider her his daughter? Charlotte

hidden corner, the shutter of

photographer finished his task. Without delay, he sent

the blink of an eye, the day of the bidding

client had set the venue to be

morning, the design team followed Christopher to the hotel under Charlotte's

her dismay, Charlotte bumped into Elaine,

Emerson Corporation.

in her routine formal attire, but sans

to view, which made her appear fresher

was scattered naturally on her shoulders and her

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

a disciplined glance before they located

round's bidding had managed to

company's order of appearance was to be

allotted last with Emerson Corporation's turn

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

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

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

landed on

Corporation's design concept. We

wordings displayed on the PowerPoint

be the same as hers? Could

Corp's design prints blew every