Single Mom's Sweet Husband (Charlotte) novel Chapter 38

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.

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

"The patient had a heart attack. He needs good rest and should be kept from emotional shock."

Once he left her a simple explanation, the doctor left.

Charlotte briefly wiped her tears away, ready to enter to take a look.

But as she recalled the doctor’s advice, she retracted her foot.

She smiled 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 decided to leave.

Right then, in a hidden corner, the shutter of a camera clicked, capturing an image of her.

After the photographer finished his task. Without delay, he sent the photo he had taken to someone.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the bidding arrived as scheduled.

The client had set the venue to be at Royal Dragon Hotel.

Early in the morning, the design team followed Christopher to the hotel under Charlotte's lead.

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

Emerson Corporation.

Today, Charlotte was clad in her routine formal attire, but sans the hefty black-framed glasses.