The next day, under Andy's hopeful gaze, Dom got into the car heading to City G. Coincidentally, Ivy visited various major hospitals in City G, gathering all the medications Professor Erica had instructed. Ivy shuttled between the major hospitals in City G, finally completing her task before dinner. Getting into Dom's car at the agreed-upon location, she carefully placed the things she gathered in the back compartment. From the corner of her eye, she saw Dom calmly reading through documents. It made her reflect on her preference for hands-on work, like being a doctor. Jobs such as being an entrepreneur or an executive were not her cup of tea. "Brother, are you always this tense?" Ivy looked at his strained facial features. "It's not good for your health." Dom glanced at her with the corner of his eye. "You've been busy the whole day; you should rest." In other words, she should just be quiet. "What a weirdo," Ivy silently complained in her mind, deciding not to engage with him further. But as soon as she stopped, Dom became more persistent. After closing his laptop, he watched her intently browsing various images. Approaching her, he discovered that they were all pictures of intricately drawn skulls. Flipping further down, there were various gruesome photos of wounds. Dom's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a wave of nausea almost overwhelming him. Unable to resist, he glanced at Ivy a few more times, thinking, this woman is probably crazy. Most wealthy young ladies are exquisitely dressed, doing things like getting manicures with their friends, taking care of their hair, undergoing beauty treatments, or simply shopping. They avoid activities that would tire them. But Ivy... Messy hair, liking bones, studying various wounds... Dom found Ivy to be the first wealthy young lady constantly challenging his visual and psychological acceptance."Can't you arrange flowers or something?" he couldn't help but ask Ivy. During the time he was forced into blind dates, every newly added girl on his list would post pictures of arranging flowers or enjoying delicate afternoon tea on their social media. The most physical activity involved was posing at a golf course... Why was this woman so strange? "Arrange flowers?" Ivy snapped out of her thoughts and then shrugged, smiling. "I don't know how." "You think it's a waste of time?" "Well." Ivy shook her head. Imagining the artistic scenes of flower arrangement, she subconsciously furrowed her brows. "I'm a science major, dealing with surgical instruments all day. I'm not good at artsy work like flower arranging. It's a different skill set. Forcing myself into it would be a waste of time." Dom looked at her with a deepening gaze. "But as a wealthy young lady, don't you feel being a doctor might compromise your status?" "Compromise my status?" Ivy didn't understand Dom's perspective. "I never considered myself part of a wealthy family. I have my own job, my own ideals. That's what I want to do. As for what you call a wealthy young lady or a socialite, those aren't suitable for me." Dom fell silent. He thought of Cato Alter's identity. One day, when her identity was revealed, and she became the wife of the founder and chairman of DT Investment, socializing would be a necessity. In the future, when the major families gathered, the wives would naturally compare themselves. Flower arranging, appreciating art, wine tasting, even indulging in luxury shopping – the wives of wealthy families naturally competed in these activities. Did Ivy plan to discuss which part of a patient's body was better during social gatherings? Thinking of this, Dom spoke again, "I'll arrange some classes for you later." "No need," Ivy's tone became firmer. "Brother, I know you mean well, but please respect the current me. I am a doctor, not a tool to be manipulated. If I return to inherit the Livingston family, I won't publicly express disinterest in H Capital at family banquets. Returning to the Livingston family is just to accompany Grandpa in his old age." "But..." Although Dom had been adopted from an orphanage, his upbringing emphasized that people from prestigious families should have their own refinement and artistic accomplishments, especially the girls.He had seen so many women, almost all of them fitting into the same mold--either sipping afternoon tea with a few sisters, or being assertive, or going abroad for further studies and returning to establish an investment company using family resources. These were the norms. Becoming the little princess of the Livingston family was the dream of countless girls, but Ivy didn't seem interested. "Fine, I'll talk to the dean of City A First Hospital and give you special treatment so that you..." "I'm fine at the county clinic; there's no need for you to worry!" "That's just a small clinic; you..." "Even so, it's still my home," Ivy's gaze was profound, leaving no room for Dom. Dom was stunned. After leaving the orphanage, the first setback in his life was given by Ivy. His worldview collapsed. He found it hard to accept. The siblings fell silent, and in this strange silence, they arrived at the venue for dinner. There, Shawn had been waiting for a while. As the door to the private room opened, Shawn saw Ivy's gloomy expression and immediately turned serious. "Did he bully you?" This remark was directed at Dom. Dom, without even exchanging pleasantries, took his seat and loosened his tie with a cold expression. The tension in the atmosphere was palpable. Ivy couldn't believe that these two men, who had just met, were already emitting such an explosive vibe, especially with another young lady present. "I'm sorry, everyone. The car broke down just now, and my brother was worried about being late. He argued with the driver on the way here. Fortunately, we didn't delay for too long." After saying this, she poked Dom with her hand. Shawn gave him a sideways glance, and Dom, unceremoniously, confronted him."So, this is the legendary brother-in-law." Dom emphasized the term brother-in-law, suggesting that this young man better be respectful and address him as 'brother,' or else... Shawn turned his face away, deciding to endure this provocation for Ivy's sake. Ivy observed their awkward interaction and felt quite puzzled. What's going on? Why are they so incompatible on their first meeting? How will things work out in the future? She decided to change the topic with a smile. "Shawn, who is this young lady?" Hearing Ivy call him, Shawn regained his composure and calmly responded, "This is Krystal, the heiress of Group G." Dom had sensed something unusual the moment he entered the room and saw Krystal. Shawn was essentially matchmaking for him. Thinking of this, Dom subconsciously glanced at Ivy. "Hello, Miss Krystal." Ivy greeted her first. "I'm Ivy, Shawn's wife." "My wife," Shawn explained calmly. Krystal had no idea that Shawn was Cato Alter. She only knew that her father received a call from Cato Alter, asking her to attend a dinner and meet a promising young man. When she arrived, she assumed that this young man was Shawn. Although Shawn was disabled, he was handsome and capable, especially being Cato Alter's trusted assistant. So, during the wait for Dom and Ivy, Krystal took the initiative to chat with Shawn for a long time, learning a lot about him and increasing her favorability. However, when Shawn raised his hand, the wedding ring on his ring finger dazzled her eyes, instantly shattering her excitement. Indeed, all the good men were taken. While her spirits plummeted, Ivy finally arrived, accompanied by a particularly displeased-looking guy. "This is my brother, Dom," Ivy introduced. Krystal, who had been drinking water absentmindedly, almost choked when she heard Dom's name."You're Dom Livingston?" She blinked, finding it hard to believe. "You're the Dom who went on blind dates, added girls on Facebook or Line, and deleted them within two hours?" Dom nodded irritably. ***