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.

was reminded that the relationship between herself and her father had

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

he left her a simple explanation, the

her tears away, ready to enter 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

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

Without delay, he sent the photo

eye, the day of the bidding arrived

client had set the venue to

design team followed Christopher to

Elaine, who

Emerson Corporation.

routine formal attire, but sans

large, glimmering eyes were displayed unobstructed to view, which

donned an immaculate white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally on her shoulders and her face was caked exquisitely with make-up

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

nothing but exchange a disciplined glance before they located their respective

had managed to recruit 15

company's order of appearance was

was allotted last with Emerson Corporation's

the minutes ticked past, each company utilized their time

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

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

gaze landed on Charlotte, a tinge of provocation flickered

Corporation's design concept. We call this

wordings displayed on the PowerPoint projection turned Charlotte's brain

theme be the same as hers? Could this be

few slides that revealed Emerson Corp's design prints