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 turned

good

a simple

tears away, ready to enter

as 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 the door. After debating with herself for a long moment, she ultimately

hidden corner, the shutter of a camera

task. Without delay, he sent the photo

the day of the bidding arrived

venue to

in the morning, the design team followed Christopher

her dismay, Charlotte bumped into Elaine, who was here as the

Emerson Corporation.

formal attire,

displayed unobstructed to view, which made her appear fresher than ever

on the other hand, donned an immaculate white dress. Her hair was scattered naturally on her shoulders and her face was

Charlotte' s pristine, unpainted face, she

exchange a disciplined glance before they located their respective

bidding had managed to

order of appearance was to

Emerson

each company utilized their time to

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

her face and everyone in the audience

and the moment her gaze landed on Charlotte, a

Emerson Corporation's design concept.

on the PowerPoint projection

theme be the same as

Emerson Corp's design prints blew