Ivy was a bit perplexed but suddenly felt a rebellious thought arise within her. "Alright, if I call for you later, and if you don't come, I'll just ignore you," she told Shawn on the phone. On the other end, Shawn touched his forehead, thinking that it was fortunate he was staying at a nearby hotel; otherwise, he would have a hard time explaining. "Be careful with everything tonight. You and your mom are the center of attention, but there are some troublemakers as well." "Alright," Ivy replied, and as she did, the makeup artist's voice came from behind, "Miss Ivy, it's time to do your makeup." Ivy glanced at her robe and then bid farewell to Shawn. "I need to go now." "Alright." After hanging up, Ivy went with the makeup artist to the dressing room. Meanwhile, her lawyer called, informing her that the Jones family was causing trouble again. "Last time, they vandalized our walls with Auntie's menstrual blood, right? Evidence has been collected, and the repairs are done. Now we have the bills and invoices, and we can file a lawsuit," “This...” The lawyer's voice became more emotional towards the end, and Ivy immediately sensed something was wrong. "What's the problem?" "Once the Jones family received the lawyer's letter, instead of compensating and apologizing, they went to your house in secret and caused more damage. They even said they were about to receive compensation for the demolition, so they can afford it." Ivy remembered that recent news mentioned the government planning to use the village land for urban development. Looking at Harry's reaction, it seemed the news was true. "Continue with the bills; if he says he can afford it, let's make him keep paying... We can also sue them for emotional distress." The lawyer chuckled, "Of course, we can claim compensation for the emotional distress they've caused. They've been causing trouble frequently, and you're a lifesaving doctor. If they keep disturbing you like this, it affects your work efficiency, so they should pay for it." Ivy smiled, "Yeah, I'll follow your advice." At that moment, Andy walked in. He had intended to check on his two beloved girls but couldn't help feeling a bit worried upon hearing Ivy's words. "Ivy, who upset you?" "Nobody, Grandpa," Ivy responded with a smile, not wanting to worry her grandfather over something minor. However, at that moment, Uncle Jim leaned in and whispered a few words to Andy. After hearing the news, his face changed drastically. Andy banged his cane in anger. "Ivy, that Harry's family... I wanted to teach them a lesson before, but for some reason, it seems someone is secretly dealing with them." Ivy was taken aback. "Grandpa, what do you mean?" Andy looked at Uncle Jim, who added, "It's said that someone from DT Investments is involved, causing trouble for the Jones family in the village. They damaged the warehouse, and they're spreading rumors in the village, saying that all these disasters happened because the Jones family is cursed." "Isn't the government planning to redevelop the area? A real estate company under DT Investments offered a large sum to the villagers, but Harry's family is demanding too much, delaying the progress. With the compensation nearly in their grasp, the villagers are growing more and more resentful of Harry." Uncle Jim finished his explanation, and Emma sighed. How could she have fallen for such a foolish person before? Ivy gently rubbed her mother's shoulder to console her silently. "There's another matter," Uncle Jim frowned. "DT Investments seems to have bribed a woman..." A woman? Ivy instantly understood. But what she couldn't fathom was why DT Investments would do this. Even if Shawn was supportive, would capitalist Cato Alter really go to such lengths to help them? Could it be that... Shawn was secretly involved in some shady activities on behalf of DT Investments? As Ivy thought more about it, her dislike for Cato Alter deepened. At that moment, Shawn, who was handling business near the Livingston residence, suddenly sneezed. "Ivy, don't worry about this matter."Ivy didn't understand what had happened, but Andy clearly knew what was going on. Considering how much that young man cared about Ivy, he couldn't stay angry with him for long. He decided to forgive him. "Everything is under control with your grandfather. After today, I will deal with them properly!" He comforted his daughter and granddaughter, then turned to Uncle Jim. "Miss Ivy, please change into your gown. Before the dinner begins, we'll take a family portrait." In the break while Ivy and her mother were changing, Dom entered the room. Andy looked at his great-grandson, who had a poker face, and felt exasperated. "Smile a bit. It's a family photo today!" Dom didn't respond, "I'll need to leave for half an hour during the dinner. We have an urgent meeting at the company." Andy: "..." Alright, the work machine he cultivated himself. He could only bear this burden. At this moment, Emma came out wearing a gown and stood next to Andy. She said, "Dad, this gown fits me perfectly." Andy was full of praise, "It’s a custom-made, perfectly suits your temperament." Emma twirled in front of him, and for a moment, Andy was transported back to her childhood, and he couldn't help but tear up. If only he hadn't done what he did back then, they should have countless family photos, and this family wouldn't have broken apart. Emma noticed and quickly went to his side, soothing him softly, "Dad, it's all in the past. We will get better and better." Andy held her hand tightly. "I think the guilt I feel toward your mother will accompany me for the rest of my life. I can't make it up to her in this lifetime. I hope to treat her well in the next life." The father and daughter fell into a wordless silence, but their hearts drew closer. "Grandpa, I don't really like this dress," Ivy walked out of the room in the middle of their conversation, tugging at the hollow heart shape on her chest, looking embarrassed. She usually wore her white coat, covering herself completely, and this was the first time she wore such a revealing dress. However, Andy found it stunning. "No, Ivy, you look beautiful, very beautiful." He waved his hand to get Dom's opinion, but at that moment, Dom was still giving orders to employees on his phone. When he looked up, for a split second, a glimmer of light shone in his dark, deep eyes. Ivy wore a lustrous gown in deep ocean blue, exuding an elegant and refined aura that accentuated her natural charm. “Dom, are you lost in thought?' Andy called out, and Dom snapped back to reality. “No,” he replied casually, but his focus remained scattered as he continued to fiddle with his phone. Andy seemed to be in high spirits, holding his daughter with one hand and his granddaughter with the other, not willing to let go for quite some time. His desire to live longer had grown stronger, wishing for more time with them. With determination, Andy said, “Ivy, Grandpa will be obedient and undergo the surgery to stay alive.” Ivy beamed, “Grandpa! It's a deal!” “Sure!” The two of them locked pinky fingers, sealing their agreement. “Sir, please take your seat,” Uncle Jim reminded them. Andy obediently took his place at the head of the table, with Emma beside him, affectionately linking her arm through his. Ivy and Dom stood behind them, with Ivy managing a polite smile, though Dom struggled to express any happiness. He had always been poker-faced from childhood to adulthood, making it difficult for him to 'display' a smile in the blink of an eye. “Dom, think of something that has recently brought you joy, “Andy suggested. “Joy?” Dom furrowed his brows. “Recently, the vaccine that H Capital invested in was included in the medical insurance...” “Oh, why would you mention that?” Andy regretfully tapped his cane. “How can work bring happiness!” Dom fell silent. He often disagreed with his grandfather. He found work to be satisfying, simpler than dealing with women. “Let it go. Dom doesn't have a natural smile,” Andy concluded with a hint of resignation. Dom had been an orphan since childhood, and before he was adopted, he suffered bullying in the orphanage. He had always been introverted. “Alright!” The photographer chimed in, “Come on, give me a smile. I'll count to three.”“3!” “2!” “1!” Click! The family photo was taken, and Dom had the sourest expression. “Quite fine,” Andy squinted and took a few more shots from different angles. ***