Although Dom was a straightforward workaholic, his intuition was quite accurate. Seeing that the atmosphere between Ivy and Shawn was off, he added, "Get a divorce!" Shawn: "..." Ivy didn't want to engage with someone so outspoken. She walked straight to Andy and asked softly, "Grandpa, how are you?" Andy snorted lightly. "It was fine just now, but now..." He sighed heavily, assessing them with his gaze. "Not great!" Ivy knew he was being ambiguous, so she chose to ignore it. "I'll go ask the doctor about postoperative care." With that, she turned and left. Andy was left speechless. He turned to Shawn and said, "If you have nothing to do, go to work. Are you idle all day?" He hoped Shawn would leave soon so he could gossip with Ivy when she returned. He really wanted to know how this rational couple ended up quarreling. But Shawn, that stubborn guy, not only didn't move but also began acting cute, saying, "Grandpa, your health is the most important. Work can wait a bit." His blackened face didn't look like he was genuinely concerned. Feeling aggrieved, Andy could only signal Dom. The grandfather and grandson were so in sync. Dom immediately received the message and closed the computer he had just opened. He stood up and said to Shawn, "Come out with me for a moment." Shawn remained silent for a moment before gesturing for Luke to follow Dom. In the VIP lounge, Dom got straight to the point. "Why did you quarrel?" "Why should I tell you?" Shawn retorted. It was impolite to pry into other people's private matters, right? "You can choose not to say." Dom smiled instead of getting angry. "Then I'll wait for your divorce." "Do you know that cursing others' marriages is unethical?" Shawn rubbed his temples, suppressing his anger. "Grandpa doesn't seem like someone who wouldn't teach you ethics!""Of course, Grandpa teaches. But he taught me more than that!" Dom sneered. "When I was a child, he also taught me that if he found his daughter, I should become sworn brothers with his grandson, and if it's a granddaughter, I should marry her!" "You!" Shawn, already having a headache from his argument with Ivy, now felt even worse. He massaged his temples vigorously, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly, "She suddenly doesn't want to participate in my second-phase surgery." "Not willing to be the lead surgeon?" At this point, Shawn suddenly became furious. "She... she actually let Roland Gutierrez, that doctor, be the lead surgeon for my surgery. The whole world knows he likes Ivy. What if he messes up during the operation, and I..." "You're not afraid he'll mess up..." Dom found it amusing. After all, Shawn was the big boss of DT Investments, quite influential in the city. How could he be so naive about love? "Aren't you angry that Ivy easily handed you over to someone else, thinking she doesn't value you?" The emotionally clueless straight man was now giving love advice to a man deeply trapped in the complexities of love. And Shawn, to his own surprise, found his words quite reasonable. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded heavily. Dom, being an outsider, analyzed Ivy's situation throughout the day and reached a conclusion. Having witnessed his parents being killed in front of him since childhood, he was sensitive to emotions. He could empathize with Ivy's reactions. "It should be seeing someone die on your operating table again that makes her uncertain," he concluded. "Although this patient's death is not her fault, not due to her negligence, it will still trigger her past trauma." Shawn was stunned, then felt ashamed. He had completely forgotten about this aspect while being consumed by jealousy. "When Grandpa began to suspect that Ivy might be his granddaughter, he investigated her thoroughly. He knew that she sought counseling from a psychologist to deal with her emotions before finding a doctor to perform your surgery. After the first surgery was successful, she should have gained some confidence. But unexpectedly, this time... Ah, Shawn, where are you going?" But Shawn had already left, determined to find her. He searched the hospital for a long time, and eventually, Ivy's mother told him that she had returned home to rest. Shawn hurried back to the Livingston family. The housekeeper informed him, "Miss Ivy came back and locked herself in her room, saying not to disturb her under any circumstances."Understanding the situation, Shawn instructed the housekeeper and Luke to rest, while he drove his wheelchair towards Ivy's room. The door was unlocked, and he opened it gently. What greeted him was the sight of a trembling figure on the bed. Shawn felt like he couldn't breathe, overwhelmed by the pain in his heart. He cautiously approached the bedside, climbed onto the bed, and gently embraced the shivering woman. At that moment, the touch of her body was as cold as ice. The woman in his arms trembled slightly at first, and after a few seconds, she turned around and threw herself into his embrace. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum and ignored your feelings. It's my fault. I'm not a good husband!" Shawn had barely finished speaking when he heard Ivy sobbing in his arms, followed by a whimper. "Who told you?" Her voice was muffled, clearly still in low spirits. "Dom." Reluctantly, Shawn revealed the name. "The wooden block?" Ivy was genuinely surprised. "Yes, that wooden block." "The one who messed up even a blind date? The one who has never been in a relationship?" Ivy asked uncertainly. Shawn nodded again, deeply shocking Ivy. She was so astonished that she forgot her current emotional state. After a while, she muttered, "Well, learn something from him, then." Shawn raised an eyebrow, "What?" Lowering her head, she lightly kissed his forehead and said, "Since you're in a bad mood, I won't argue with you about personal attacks." Ivy didn't say anything more, but like a cat, she gently rubbed against his embrace, trying to please and comfort him. After a while, she spoke again, "Shawn, I feel like I'm sick."In the next moment, Shawn suddenly tightened his embrace, as if trying to embed her into his bones and blood. Her use of the term "sick" wasn't about a common cold. Shawn understood; it was a psychological illness. This illness stemmed from the accident three years ago. The more Shawn thought about it, the more he felt heartache, and he hugged her even tighter. "It's okay if you're sick; I'll bear it with you." "I want to pause the surgeries because I'm afraid... I'm afraid of another life lost." Ivy was well aware that in the current situation, even if the patient's death wasn't her fault, and not due to negligence, she was starting to feel afraid. She began to fear that more patients might have accidents during her surgeries, and she was even more afraid that Shawn might die under her scalpel. Because once these psychological issues emerged, she shouldn't perform surgeries. "So, can you understand me?" "I can." Shawn held her tightly. "Then let me accompany you to see a doctor, okay? You need psychological counseling and release." He understood that Ivy's mental block came from that accident. Only by uncovering the truth could she better return to her profession as a doctor. "Okay. Let me rest first." Ivy's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and soon, a faint snoring sound followed. Very light, very shallow, with a trembling tone. Shawn's mood began to fluctuate dramatically, making him extremely restless. Fearing that his increasingly heavy breathing might disturb the sleeping figure in his arms, he gently released her, turned over, and returned to his wheelchair. ***