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.

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

He needs good rest and should be kept from emotional

he left her a simple explanation, the doctor

ready

she recalled the doctor's advice, she retracted her

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

in a hidden corner, the shutter of a

delay, he sent the photo he had taken to

the blink of an eye, the

venue to be at

morning, the design team followed Christopher to the

Elaine, who was

Emerson Corporation.

routine formal attire,

glimmering eyes were displayed unobstructed to view, which made

white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally

Charlotte' s pristine, unpainted

a disciplined glance before

bidding had managed to recruit

appearance was

Emerson Corporation's turn just

their time to the fullest as they

was Emerson Corporation. As their

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

the moment her gaze landed

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

on the PowerPoint projection

the same as hers? Could this be

design prints blew every member of NC's team off their