Luke immediately picked up his phone to give instructions. Almost simultaneously, major news websites reported Ivy's incident, linking Tanya, Kevin, and Alter Group to the story. "Alter Group Hires Hitman, Eager to Frame Conscientious Doctor--What's the Motive?" Shawn browsed through the news headlines, quite satisfied with this one. "Mr. Tate, rest assured. The internet is flooded with sympathy for Dr. Jones and condemnation for Alter Group. I think this time, not only will Tanya completely lose her chance to be the rising star, but even Alter Group will face severe consequences." While reporting the progress, Luke received a call from Kevin. Kevin's usefulness had run out, and Shawn couldn't be bothered to deal with him. Luckily, he handed the phone to Luke to handle. "Hello?" Luke answered the call, and Kevin immediately launched into a tirade. "Shawn, you're untrustworthy!" His voice was loud, and his anger was palpable. "Didn't you promise not to pursue this matter as long as I signed the transfer agreement? What's happening now?" Luke moved the phone a bit away from his ear and then cleared his throat. "Mr. Alter, my boss never promised to settle the matter peacefully. Perhaps you misunderstood... My boss is busy, so please refrain from calling in the future." With that, he hung up. Turning around to report, Luke noticed that Shawn's gaze was fixed ahead. Following his line of sight, Luke's eyes landed on Ivy, who had just walked out of the police station gate. Their eyes met, but Ivy averted her gaze first when she saw Shawn. When Roland walked up to her, he saw Ivy standing there, her back looking desolate. "Why are you standing here? Get in the car." Without turning around, Ivy asked softly, "Senior, can I ask you to perform Shawn's second surgery for me?" Roland stared in shock, his business suddenly elevated. "Why the sudden change in strategy? Besides, you're the one most familiar with Shawn's condition..." "I'm afraid he'll die on my operating table." Ivy's voice was hoarse, her teary tone leaving Roland stunned in place. "Ivy... don't do this." It was only now that Roland understood that this accident had the greatest impact on Ivy regarding Shawn's surgery. Ivy didn't care about fame or gain; she feared not being able to protect her vulnerable spots. In the past, her mother was her soft spot; later, it included her Grandpa; now, it extended to Shawn. And what people feared the most was problems with their vulnerable spots, especially ones they had to deal with themselves. "Take some time to think about this matter." Roland suppressed the helplessness in his heart and advised, "Although I have some professional capabilities, I still need to consider it, especially with a patient like Shawn. You've been taking care of him in his daily life, responsible for his routine care. Logically speaking, you are the most suitable." "But..." Ivy, afraid that Shawn would see her sadness and fear, instinctively lowered her head. "I'm afraid he'll die at my hands." "Damn it, both Kevin and Tanya should be thrown into jail!" Roland cursed under his breath and then tried to comfort her. "Don't be in a hurry. Let's plan carefully. Consult with Professor Watson when you get back." "Okay." Ivy nodded and walked towards Shawn. "Wait." Roland called out from behind. When Ivy stopped, he added, "Ultimately, you need to discuss this with Shawn. Don't wait until he's on the operating table to find out that you're not the lead surgeon. With his personality, he'd go crazy." Ivy hesitated for a moment, turned back, and smiled at him. "Thank you, Senior." "Hehe." Roland scratched the back of his head shyly. "It's nothing. We're from the same school, helping each other out, mutually progressing. Um... you should go now. Shawn is looking for you." "Senior?" "Hurry up." Roland waved his hand, shivering. "Didn't you see the cold glint in his eyes? If you don't go over now, he might get off the car and run me over with his wheelchair." Amused by his words, Ivy couldn't help but laugh. This laughter left Roland dumbfounded.Sensing the cold glint on him intensifying, Roland straightened up. "Alright, go!" Ivy turned and left. During the time she walked back to the car, Shawn's eyebrows had furrowed deeply. "What were they talking about? What could they discuss? And she's even laughing?" His voice was low, as if ready to kill. Luke couldn't help but be affected. "It seems like she was saying thank you." "That won't work." Assistant Luke: "..." Luke, feeling like he had been pardoned, quickly asked, "Dr. Jones, what were you talking about with Dr. Roland? He was laughing like a flower. Did something happen at the police station?" Ivy instantly understood the underlying meaning in his words. Looking meaningfully at Shawn, she couldn't help lightly tapping his arm. "If you're jealous, be jealous. Why make things difficult for Luke?" "Humph!" Shawn's low hum was small but filled with a sense of pride. Ivy continued, shifting the topic, "We discussed the case and your second surgery..." "My surgery?" Shawn was puzzled. "Isn't the plan already set?" "Yes, it is, but I just..." Ivy lowered her head, remembering Roland's advice to be honest with Shawn. So she continued, "I just want to change the lead surgeon." "Why?!" Shawn frowned. "To whom? Roland?!" How could that doctor who always had his eyes on his wife be his lead surgeon? "Yeah..." "No!" Shawn interrupted her before she could finish. "My surgery must be performed by you!" "Shawn... But I..." Ivy wanted to explain further, but seeing Shawn's determined attitude, she swallowed her words. "Mr. Luke, please drive us home." "Sure." The car started smoothly, carrying two people who had just had a disagreement.Shawn felt that Ivy treated his surgery lightly, easily handing it over to someone else. Thinking of her immediately caring for other patients after performing surgery on him before, Shawn's heart felt a bit cold. Perhaps Ivy didn't love him that much? But in Ivy's perspective, she felt Shawn was too overbearing. He didn't even give her a chance to explain. After an hour-long drive, Luke dropped them off at the location where Andy was undergoing surgery. The old man had safely escaped danger. Although he was weak at the moment, he could still talk calmly with Dom. But the moment he saw Shawn and Ivy come in, the cunning Andy instantly sensed something unusual. "What is this... a quarrel?" Ignoring the fact that the husband and wife were as black-faced as charcoal at the moment, he asked Dom. At that moment, Dom closed the computer, gazing deeply at the couple. "Yes, they had a quarrel." ***