The assistant in front raised an eyebrow. Quite audacious, daring to flaunt in their hotel. Didn't they know the Garden Hotel is a global brand and a six-star hotel under DT Investment? "I need you to be there in thirty minutes, or else..." Shawn quickly hung up the phone. He took some time to calm his emotions, then waved for Ivy to come over. The person who had been standing at the door jumped up at his call, joyfully and spryly running towards him. Bouncing like a little fox, she no longer resembled the doctor who faced patients at the hospital. Shawn clearly felt that his Ivy had changed. There was a subtle change, no longer constrained, no longer serious, as if she had a hint of the appearance of someone in love. Shawn was very satisfied with this slight change, so he had to go and completely resolve the matter with Catherine. He hoped Ivy could have more moments like today. "Do you want to go in with me?" She leaned against the car window, revealing white teeth with a blushing face from running. The man couldn't resist and cupped her face, kissing her. "Are you drinking?" Smelling that faint aroma, Shawn softly asked her. “Yeah,” Ivy's voice was soft, "Mom brewed some wine before, opened it today, and I tasted a bit. It's quite good. Fragrant and comfortable, so I wanted to take you to try it. Let’s go!" No wonder she had such a charming look at the door; turns out, her true nature was revealed under the influence of alcohol. "Can we do the surgery earlier?" After the kiss, Shawn asked. "Huh?" Ivy looked at him in confusion. "Why?" "You said I could stand up after my second surgery. Isn't that right?" "Well, that's true because your recovery is better than expected. However, even though you can stand up, it's important not to walk too much. You still need careful recuperation.""As long as I can stand up." He said, "I want to stand side by side with you and walk through various places with you." Hearing this, Ivy, with a smile in her eyes, said playfully, "Then I'll go ask Professor Watson later. Hehe." "Okay. I have something else to deal with. Mr. Cato asked me to fetch a document. I'll go and be back soon." Ivy pouted and complained softly, "Does Mr. Cato have no one else around him? Why does he keep catching you alone?" "I, your husband, am exceptionally capable. Mr. Cato can't be without me for a minute now." Knowing the man must have urgent matters, Ivy stopped complaining and whispered, "Then you go quickly and come back soon. I'll go ask Professor Watson now; he should still have time with the time difference. When you come back, we'll have results." "Okay." After he spoke, Assistant Luke started the car. Ivy stepped back a few steps, watching Shawn leave. Just as she was about to enter the house, her phone rang. Catherine? She pressed the answer key, and Catherine's voice came from the other end, "Dr. Jones, can you come to see me? I'm having some issues with my visa, and the hotel staff said I must have a guarantor for them to let me continue staying. I'm at the Garden Hotel in the city center of City S, room number 2023--" "Dr. Lambert? Dr. Lambert?" Ivy wanted to say something more, but Catherine quickly hung up the phone. Her slightly intoxicated state disappeared in an instant. Forget it, after going there and coming back, Shawn should be home. Ivy remembered the first consultation Catherine had done for her in the past. No matter what, she had to go. Subconsciously, she hoped that one day her patients would treat her like this. After a brief explanation with her mother, she drove to the Garden Hotel. At the same time, Shawn had already headed to the Garden Hotel. To avoid unnecessary problems, he had Assistant Luke take him directly to Catherine's room through the CEO's dedicated passage.The moment the door opened, Catherine in a camisole pajama came into view. "Cato." She greeted him, both aggrieved and charming. Seeing the hint of disgust in Shawn's eyes that he didn't want to conceal, she felt resentful, but had to change her tone, "Shawn." Assistant Luke pushed him into the room, and Shawn, looking towards the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, asked, "What's the matter?" The next moment, Catherine flew forward and hugged him from behind. Assistant Luke promptly pushed her away. Catherine, furious, slapped Assistant Luke across the face. Squinting, she sneered, "Luke, you dead gay! So many years, can't you just get married and have kids? Why stick to him like a plaster!" Assistant Luke didn't make a scene, just touched the mark on his face where he was slapped. "Mr. Tate pays me a high salary. Why should I leave my job? Besides, I and Mr. Tate have been through life and death together for so many years. I've long treated him as family. But you... you seems to be really short of men in your life. After being saved by me and Mr. Tate, you actually rushes to marry Mr. Tate like a crazy bitch. Miss Lambert who seems to like the old-fashioned way of giving oneself to others, should also consider marrying me and Mr. Brown. Isn't that right?" ‘Damn it, Mr. Tate was right; this woman was crazy, and it really hurt.’ "You're dreaming!" "Miss Lambert, if you don’t like me; that's fine. Lawyer Brown comes from a prestigious family. You should give him a try! Do you know that being such a shameless whore is very annoying?!" “Luke Theroux!" Catherine clenched her fists, and under his relentless bombardment, she calmed down. She turned and sat on the sofa opposite Shawn, lighting a lady's cigarette. Exhaling smoke, the room was filled with the lingering scent. Shawn was forced to take in a mouthful of secondhand smoke, very displeased. He glanced at Assistant Luke, who understood and promptly approached to snatch the cigarette from Catherine's hand and crushed it. Then, he picked up a blanket from the sofa and covered Catherine with it.Her shriveled figure didn't seem to have anything worth showing off. "Where's Harry?" Shawn's gaze moved away from the floor-to-ceiling window and landed on Catherine. "He's naturally hidden in a safe place," Catherine said with a smile. "Shawn, don't think you can gain anything from me. I'll tell you the truth. If I can bring him back from northern Myanmar, it means I have the ability to avoid your surveillance and hide him. Just like now, I have the ability to avoid your surveillance and let Ivy come to me." As the words fell, Shawn's expression changed. He subconsciously wanted to leave but it was already too late. The doorbell rang at this moment. "Dr. Lambert, are you there?" It was Ivy's voice. Catherine shrugged with a cold smile. Seeing the gloomy expressions on Shawn and Assistant Luke's faces, she seemed to feel relieved as if she had vented some frustration, and she raised her eyebrows triumphantly. "I know you've arranged bodyguards around her, but Shawn, don't forget, my family is not to be trifled with! Your bodyguards on the road have just encountered a car accident and are being stopped by the traffic police to give statements!" After saying this, she leisurely stood up, took off the blanket, and threw it onto Assistant Luke's face. "You guys tell me, if Dr. Jones sees me dressed like this and you're in the same room, what would she think?" She turned around with a charming sway of her hips and walked towards the door. "Wait a moment," Shawn suddenly spoke, and his tone was obviously not as stern as before. Catherine thought he was finally going to yield. Her enchanting red lips lifted, and her eyes visibly softened. "Cato, I know there must be some difficulties in your decision to marry her. I understand. I know about your past and the hardships you've faced. So, as long as you promise me to divorce her quickly, I will completely stop. I'll even compensate her with some money. We can go back to England and get married." She tried to give Shawn a way out. "If, if it's because of your legs, I can endure it. I'll endure until she completes the surgery for you and until you can walk again. Then we can be together." "I didn't mean that," Shawn said expressionlessly.Catherine didn't understand. His expression was too poker-faced, and she could only vaguely sense his displeasure. "What do you mean?" she asked. Behind her, Assistant Luke raised his hand, and a fist landed on Catherine's neck. Before Catherine could start scolding, she lost consciousness completely. "Miss Lambert, after so many years, you still haven't learned that Mr. Tate likes to do things in a simple and rude manner," Assistant Luke sneered. ***