The safe was opened in front of everyone. What caught their eyes was a delicate little wooden box. How small was it? Harry and Amara estimated it to be about the length and width of a comb, no taller than the size of a pinky finger. Could a box like this hold an inheritance? Was the inheritance a bank card with a huge amount of cash? Without guessing too much, Amara tugged at Harry's sleeve, signaling him to urge Emma. Harry made a clicking sound, and he shouted at Emma impatiently, "Stop dawdling! Get on with it!" Ivy turned to give him a stern look, which momentarily silenced him. Remembering the inheritance, he kept his mouth shut. After Emma calmed her emotions, she slowly opened the box. Inside was an old, yellowed photograph. In the black and white picture, a young couple sat on a couch with a little girl. The whole family was dressed in traditional style clothing. The man had long legs, the woman was elegant, and the little girl in the middle was smiling, looking sweet and happy. "Tsk..." Amara curled her lips, and her previously high spirits completely deflated. This was considered an inheritance? "Is this considered an inheritance?" Harry couldn't contain his impatience and shouted at Emma, "You're really unlucky, holding a photo as a treasure!" He arrogantly yelled and left with Amara. Emma, accompanied by Ivy, went to the lounge. The mother and daughter stared at the photograph for a long time. Ivy knew that this was a family photo of the three of them. She had seen Andy before, so she knew that the young man in the photo was Andy himself. However, she didn't understand why her grandmother had handed it over to her mother in such a solemn manner. Was there some special significance to it? Just as she was thinking, tears welled up in her mother's eyes, streaming down, intensifying her emotions. Her mother covered her face and cried.It was only at this moment that Ivy finally realized the reason behind her grandmother's actions. She embraced her mother's shoulders and gently comforted her. After a while, the employees of the insurance company entered and handed a letter to Ivy. "This is a letter your grandmother left earlier. She instructed that if you treat this photo casually, we should burn this letter and never give it to you. But if you are deeply saddened, then we should give it to you as soon as possible." With these words, the manager looked sentimental and signaled Ivy to take the letter. Ivy slowly opened the letter, and the beautiful handwriting appeared before her, filled with a delicate yet resolute sentiment. The words outlined her grandmother's silent love and guilt towards her mother. ‘Emma, Mom is selfish. I deprived you and your father of time. I know the grievances in your heart and your longing for your father. I also know that you've always wanted to find your father's whereabouts. You secretly inquire about news of your father, and you've been saving money to find him. I know all of this, your teachers have informed me. Emma, forgive Mom's selfishness. If not for me, you wouldn't have been deceived by someone like Harry. It was my doing that caused your misfortune. This photograph is a family portrait of us. Many years have passed, and you may have forgotten what your father looks like, but I remember. Emma, take Ivy and find him. He will make you both happy.’ Ivy handed the letter to her mother and also gave her the photo that had slipped out of the envelope. The man in the photo was the elderly Andy. Emma slowly read the letter, tears already streaming down her face. She looked at the family portrait of the three of them, then at the elderly Andy. Her whole body trembled, and she sobbed uncontrollably, covering her face in pain. Ivy silently comforted her mother, tightly embracing her, hoping her mother would always feel her support. Looking out of the window, the dark clouds were gently brushed away by the warm sun, and the sky was bright, as if representing her grandmother's state of mind in heaven. "Mom, no matter what decision you make, I'll support you," she said to her mother, holding her even tighter. When Emma had finally cried enough and her mood had settled, Ivy slowly let go of her mother and mentioned the matter of the paternity test. "Now that we've seen Grandma's letter and photo, I don't think we need to do the DNA test." Emma, after listening, was shocked. "Ivy, you..." Ivy tidied her mother's hair and softly comforted her, "Actually, I came back this time to ask for your opinion, but I didn't expect to find Grandma's will. Everything happens for a reason, Mom. Grandma wanted you to be happy in the rest of your life. She has passed away, and all the love and grudges are in the past. For Grandma, what's important is that you don't need to suppress yourself anymore. Be happy, follow your heart, and that's what matters most." Emma didn't speak for a long time. She just sighed silently, and Ivy knew she was conflicted, so she didn't press further. She quickly handled the paperwork for her mother and, seeing her mother still touching the family photo, felt warmth in her heart. "Mom, let's go home," she said, helping her mother leave the insurance company. As they reached the building's entrance, Ivy intended to hail a taxi, but a black sedan stopped right in front of her. The car window rolled down, revealing the stern profile of Shawn. Ivy was momentarily stunned and about to speak, but she saw a hint of gentleness on his usually stern face. "Get in, let's go home." After returning home, Emma went to her room early, feeling uneasy. However, Ivy, after comforting her mother, came to the living room. She saw Shawn sitting alone in front of the French windows, lost in thought. She approached him slowly. "Are you hungry? Can I cook you a late-night snack?" she asked. "No need!" Shawn was afraid she would make instant noodles for him, so he quickly rejected the offer. In a moment, their eyes met, and both unconsciously looked away. "Well, did you call me today?" Shawn finally found a reason to start a conversation, after thinking in his mind for a long while. Ivy was initially surprised but then nodded. "Today... Andy Livingston contacted me." "Andy?" Shawn raised his voice in a pretense of surprise. Ivy nodded firmly. "City S’ H Capital, the wealthiest man. He... and I did a DNA test, but it's not necessary now. The things left behind by my grandmother have already proved our relationship."On the way back, Ivy had told him everything about her grandmother, and he already had some knowledge. Now, he fully understood. "So, what do you plan to do?" Ivy shrugged and said, "I support my mother no matter what decision she makes, and I've already talked to Mr. Livingston. He understands." Shawn fell silent. After a moment of silence, Ivy said, "Tomorrow, I have to go to City S early. My patient..." Another patient! She cared so much for her patients, why did she even get married? Wasn't this irresponsible to her partner? Shawn was getting annoyed and had seemingly forgotten that their marriage had been a purely practical arrangement for their own benefit. "Unless there's something else, I'll go rest," he said. He probably didn't expect to become the resentful husband one day. Pushing his wheelchair past her, he hesitated for a moment as he thought that she might stop him. But she didn't! She just let him proceed towards the bedroom, and Shawn felt frustrated. "Wait a minute!" A voice suddenly rang from behind. He snapped out of his frustration, turned around abruptly, and put on a composed expression, hiding the overwhelming delight he felt inside. "What's the matter?" he pretended to be calm. "I... I didn't mean to keep it from you," Ivy said, biting her lip and clenching her fists. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. You know that you have difficulty with your legs. If you got hurt because of worrying about me, we would both be in a difficult situation, right?" Shawn: "..." She looked at Shawn with incredibly bright eyes, her sincerity almost overflowing. "I absolutely haven't been involved with Lilith, and she's pregnant now. But I feel she needs more care right now. Besides, we grew up together from a young age, and our bond is extraordinary. You and I have only known each other for a short time, even though we're married, but..."She might as well not explain! Shawn was speechless. He had been waiting for her to explain all the way back from City S, and now that she finally explained, he wondered why he didn't like it. "Okay, let's not talk about it," he said with a heavy voice. "Shawn, I really didn't mean it this way. I'm slowly adjusting our relationship, but I also want you to give me some time to prove myself." "Prove?" Shawn suddenly became interested, his lips curling slightly. He countered, "How do you want to prove it?" Ivy said, "I'll prove it with time!" "Too abstract!" Ivy clenched her fist. "I..." Shawn slowly approached her and came to a halt right in front of her. "Time is very abstract and long. I want you to prove it with practical actions every day." His voice suddenly deepened, becoming alluring, and it made Ivy feel irresistibly drawn. "What actions...?" Her gaze dropped, landing on his slightly raised lips. The lips that produced such seductive sounds, what would they taste like? "Feel it for yourself." Ivy slowly leaned in toward him, her gaze fixed on his lips. She extended a finger, gently caressing them, her voice resolute but carrying a gentle, teasing tone. "Practical actions." This wasn't the kind of action he had in mind! ***