Andy raised his crutch and struck Harry several times. "You got one thing right..." Andy sneered, "Being rich is indeed impressive." He raised the crutch again and fiercely hit him a few more times. The shopping mall fell silent, and people gathered around to watch Andy beating Harry while mocking his cries of pain. "Why is this old man bullying others?" Some bystanders who had just arrived were puzzled and asked. In the next moment, the onlookers interrupted him, "You know nothing!" "This is the patriarch of H Capital, Andy Livingston. Next to him is his recently reunited daughter, Emma Livingston. The guy on the ground is Emma's ex-husband, a scumbag who abused her and her daughter for decades!" "He not only abused them but also kept one mistress after another. He even secretly let Emma raise the children of his mistresses. He's a real scumbag!" "He deserves this beating! Well-deserved!" In an instant, public anger surged, and people started shouting, cheering on Andy to avenge his daughter and granddaughter! "Old man, take your time with the beating. We'll watch out for you. If the police come, we'll notify you." Andy got tired of beating and threw the crutch aside. Uncle Jim approached and whispered, "Old man, tonight at 9 o'clock, they will take a flight to Southeast Asia for a layover. So, we have another 6 hours." Andy squinted, "Very well. Get someone to use a rattan and bamboo twigs, and give him a good whipping for an hour. Just enough to make him feel the pain in his flesh." Uncle Jim's eyes flickered, recalling his childhood mischief and the times his mother used rattan to discipline him. It hurt, but it healed quickly. Indeed, the old man was wise. Before Harry's family completely disappeared, he wanted to seize the opportunity for revenge that came knocking."Old man, you and the young lady go back first." "Okay." Andy nodded, motioning for Emma to hold onto him. He then nodded at the onlookers, turning from a fierce and ruthless old man to a kind and amiable elderly figure. "Everyone, Emma, Ivy, and I were separated for over twenty years. We finally found them, but I feel the fleeting nature of time. You may have heard that I'm ill. Soon, I'll undergo surgery. The doctor says there's only a fifty percent chance of success. If it succeeds, I will definitely do more charity work to give back to society. Of course, you also know that I've just reunited with my family, and naturally, I hope to live a few more years, maybe even a dozen more, so that I can spend more time with them." As his words faded away, everyone present was moved and touched. "However, in case my surgery fails, and I unfortunately pass away, I ask you all to help and support my daughter Emma, my granddaughter Ivy, and my grandson Dom. Oh yes, if there's a suitable girl for Dom, please send the girl's information and contact details to Dom's assistant's email. Dom really needs to get married." At this moment, Dom, still in the midst of an emergency meeting at H Capital, sneezed violently. His assistant glanced at the phone and helplessly tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Young Master Dom, the old man is looking for a match for you again." Dom frowned at the words. He glanced at the live broadcast on his phone and pressed a few times to replay it. "Ignore him. As long as he's happy." "Understood." Meanwhile, Andy continued to play the emotional card, and the audience was moved. "Everyone, I'll leave the rest to Uncle Jim. There are some matters for me and Emma to attend to. Goodbye." With that, he and Emma, escorted by the bodyguards, left. Uncle Jim nodded to a few bodyguards, and they approached, lifting up Harry and Amara. Amara cried out in fear, and Kara nervously stepped back. Uncle Jim folded his hands behind his back and approached Kara step by step. "Miss Kara, debts have their owners. You haven't been involved in mistreating our Miss and Young Miss before, so the retribution from the Livingston family won't fall on you. However, if you continue to associate with them, whether our fists will reach you in the future is hard to say." Waving his hand, the bodyguards followed him, dragging Harry and Amara towards the utility room. As news of Harry and Amara being beaten spread quickly in City S and City A, Ivy received the message and simply responded with a casual "Oh." She never considered herself part of the Jones family. Their beating was just an extremely ordinary affair. Lilith rushed out of the restroom, looking pale, and sat down in the chair in pain. "Why is this child so mischievous?" Lilith was annoyed. "Not even born yet, and already so much like that scoundrel Jasson. It'll be troublesome in the future." Ivy gently gave her some soothing nutritional supplements. "Feeling better? I recommend a doctor in obstetrics and gynecology for you to see. Under her care, pregnant women are said to be exceptionally comfortable during pregnancy." Lilith listened with wide eyes. "Really?" "Yes." "Then help me make an appointment now. I don't want to wait even a moment." "Alright." Ivy sighed and quickly sent a message to the doctor. The doctor's reply came quickly, and a consultation date was arranged with Lilith. "Ivy," Lilith suddenly handed her the phone, "something big happened." Ivy was startled as she glanced at the phone. Well, isn't that Professor Smith on the big news? The headline stated that Professor Smith, who had been at City A First Hospital for decades, was suspected of bribery, forming factions, and the police took him away for a thorough investigation. "What's going on?" Ivy tightly grabbed her phone. "Shouldn't it be Tanya? Why is it Professor Smith?" She remembered that day when she deliberately hinted in front of the media. How did it suddenly turn into Professor Smith? "Professor Smith must have been framed." Lilith said solemnly. "I suspect that Alter Group sacrificed Professor Smith to protect Tanya. Look, the evidence below even says that when the police arrived, they just happened to see Professor Smith accepting a bribe from a patient." Lilith swiped through the content on her phone. Ivy became increasingly uneasy as she read.She quickly packed her things and stood up to change her clothes. "What's wrong? Where are you going?" "I'm going back to City A to see Professor Smith." Having changed her clothes, she hurriedly walked out while calling Erica, informing her that she had to leave for a day. Upon hearing that it was related to Professor Smith, Erica cursed Bob Alter as heartless and told Ivy to go quickly; she would handle things here. Ivy was nervous. She wished she could fly at this moment, to be with Professor Smith and protect him. "Ivy!" As she walked out of the hospital gate, she heard Shawn's voice. Turning around, she saw the family's car parked on the side of the road. "Get in quickly." Without saying a word, the man opened the car door. "I'll take you there." Ivy hesitated for a moment but couldn't afford to think too much. She hurriedly got into the car. "Mrs. Tate, as soon as Mr. Tate heard about Professor Smith's incident, he had arrange a lawyer for bail. So rest assured, the lawyer is already handling the procedures at the police station. By the time we arrive, Professor Smith should be safe." "This matter is still quite sensational. Many reporters are waiting at Professor Smith's house. To avoid affecting his family, Mr. Tate also arranged for Professor Smith's family to be picked up and temporarily stay in a hotel." Luke, the assistant, kept chattering, but Ivy remained silent. He glanced at the rearview mirror, only to be stunned. The usually strong and cold Dr. Jones was now red-eyed, tears streaming down silently. Shawn gently embraced her. "It’s okay, I'm here." The suppressed crying voice, however, couldn't be concealed any longer. Ivy tightly hugged Shawn, breaking down in tears. "Back when I had a major medical incident, if it weren't for Professor Smith's strong support, my medical license would have been revoked long ago." "Do you know, Shawn? At that time, Bob Alter wanted to take advantage of that incident to ruin me completely. It was Professor Smith who knelt in front of him, begging him to spare me. He even signed a lifelong agreement, promising never to leave City A First Hospital until death, just for me.""He thought I didn't know, but I knew long ago. I shouldn't have been so careless. I should have secretly investigated and gathered evidence. It's me, all because of me. If it weren't for me, Professor Smith wouldn't have suffered like this." ***