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

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

a simple explanation, the

tears away, ready to

recalled the doctor's advice, she

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

shutter of a camera clicked, capturing

task. Without delay, he sent the photo he had taken

the day of the bidding arrived

client had set the venue to

team followed Christopher to the hotel under Charlotte's

dismay, Charlotte bumped into Elaine, who was

Emerson Corporation.

was clad in her routine formal attire, but sans the hefty black-framed

displayed unobstructed to view, which made her appear fresher than

hair was scattered naturally

s pristine, unpainted face,

nothing but exchange a disciplined glance

round's bidding had managed to recruit

order of appearance was to be decided

last with Emerson Corporation's turn

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

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

and everyone in

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

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

the PowerPoint projection turned Charlotte's

same as

design prints