Director Ticko Potts eventually surrendered, admitting to everything, and his reputation was completely ruined. He could never practice medicine again. This was the best outcome currently, although the reputation of the Alter Group was damaged, at least the stock price was preserved. Shawn had achieved his goal and had no intention of getting involved further. He watched them like monkeys performing tricks. On the other hand, Jasson quickly found a renowned psychologist, Professor Wall, for Ivy. One morning, after visiting her grandfather, Shawn accompanied Ivy to Professor Wall's therapy room. "I can't go in, just wait for you in the cafe next door. Call me when you're done," Shawn said. "Okay." Ivy bid him farewell with reluctance, then turned and walked into Professor Wall's therapy room. She knew she was sick, and she faced it calmly because she loved the profession of being a doctor. If she didn't cure her illness, she could never return to the operating table. So, over the past few days, she had already handed over her patients to Roland and Alyssa temporarily. Standing at the door of the psychological therapy room, Ivy sighed heavily. She was confident that she could recover quickly. "Please come in." A familiar voice came from inside. Ivy was taken aback, instinctively quickening her pace. As expected, Catherine, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, was sitting on the sofa, smiling at her. "Dr. Jones, long time no see." Catherine greeted her, gesturing for her to sit in the designated seat. "Dr. Lambert, it's been a long time. Where have you been during this time?" Ivy inquired. “Uh... I have something important abroad, and now I am here to replace Professor Wall.” At Catherine's words, Ivy nodded, smiling lightly, "It's okay. I won't mind other people's private matters. Just a moment ago, you mentioned Professor Wall?" "Yeah, she was delayed by some matters, so she asked me to stand in for her." Catherine explained casually. "There's one thing I hope Dr. Jones can keep confidential. My mentor, Professor Wall, got into a conflict at a bar in England, was taken to the police station, and is now facing a lawsuit. Professor Wall hopes to settle it privately. Currently, negotiations are underway, but she doesn't want to let you down. She asked me to come first and apologize to you when she resolves the matter." After listening to Catherine's description, Ivy didn't speak. She just looked deeply into Catherine's eyes. After a while, she responded, "I remember what you said. Dr. Lambert, rest assured, I will help you." "Good." Catherine smiled in response, pointing to the tea drink in front of Ivy. "Have a calming tea. We'll start the session soon." Following Catherine's advice, Ivy drank the tea and then lay down on the bed accompanied by soothing music. As drowsiness set in, Catherine's enchanting voice echoed in her ears. "Ivy, speak out your worries." Encouraged by her, Ivy slowly talked about the causes and consequences. "So, you're still afraid that Shawn will die on your operating table, right?" Ivy nodded. Catherine's eyes flashed with a cold light. With a gentle smile, she said, "Last time you had an episode because of Shawn, and this time, it's also because of him. Both times were because of him. Perhaps the relationship between you two should be presented in a different way, not as husband and wife." In her dreaming state, Ivy furrowed her brows. "A different way?" "A way that is relatively less intimate," Catherine suggested. "But I love him," Ivy murmured. "Love him?" The gleam in Catherine's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Do you know who he is? Do you understand him?" At this moment, Ivy felt as if she were stuck in a quagmire, entangled and unable to break free. Did she understand Shawn? Yes. Or did she not?Suddenly opening her eyes and looking at the vast whiteness before her, she took a deep breath, feeling as if something were blocking her heart. In a daze, she heard Catherine continue, "Ivy, the source of your illness lies in the blurred boundaries. Since you hesitate even to answer the question of whether you understand your husband, I believe you should take the time to get to know him. You two should have an open and honest conversation. That's the first step to solving your current problem!" Understanding Shawn? This was the question Ivy had been contemplating since she left the psychological therapy room. Disturbed by her thoughts, she forgot to call Shawn in advance and went to the nearby café to find him on her own. However, when she approached the café, she saw two or three people standing in front of Shawn. They were bowing their heads while Shawn scolded them. Her husband seemed very angry, forcefully throwing a stack of documents at them. It was the first time Ivy had seen Shawn so furious, and it made her more curious. Upon closer observation, she recognized one of the people as Mr. Luke, the other was unfamiliar, but the third person, she vaguely felt she had seen somewhere. Her curiosity prompted her to instinctively hide in a corner, allowing her to observe everything clearly. "A matter that hasn't been clarified after several months of investigation. Are DT Investments raising you all just for fun?" Shawn's voice wasn't very clear due to the distance, but Ivy could understand the gist. Why did Shawn's tone sound like DTn Investments belonged to him? Wasn't it Cato's? Thinking of this, she took a step forward subconsciously, but accidentally stepped on a flowerpot. With a loud "clang," it instantly attracted the attention of Shawn, who was venting his anger. Turning his head, he happened to see Ivy squatting down to clean up the broken flowerpot. Glancing over, several people simultaneously cursed inwardly. Luke, taking the lead, immediately scolded, "Sanders, can't you guys do things more efficiently? Just because Cato Alter asked you to report directly to Shawn doesn't mean he won't inquire. Doing things like this will only make Cato think that Shawn won't manage his subordinates!" Sanders and the others were all shrewd individuals, so they knew how to cooperate. Soon, they apologized repeatedly, "Sorry, Mr. Tate, it's our fault. We made it difficult for you to explain to Mr. Cato Alter."Shawn waved his hand, letting them leave. Loosening his necktie, Shawn cursed silently in his heart. When would these days come to an end? Glancing at Luke, he signaled, and the latter immediately shouted, "Mrs. Tate, when did you arrive?" Ivy, who was picking up the flowerpot shards, was suddenly called by Mr. Luke, feeling awkward. Standing up, she unconsciously wiped her dirty hands with a tissue. "I just arrived." At that moment, Luke pushed Shawn to her. Shawn was taking the tissue from her hands, he carefully wiped her, saying, "Did you have a good chat with the doctor?" "It was okay," Ivy nodded. "She did hypnosis for me." The movement of the man wiping his hands suddenly stopped, a puzzled expression on his face. "I haven't heard that Professor Wall is good at hypnosis..." "There are many things you haven't heard of," Ivy probed, "such as you. It seems I don't know many things about you. Can you tell me everything?" "What do you want to know?" Shawn smiled lightly. "What do you want to understand?" "For example... your father, your mother..." "Well, this calls for a cup of coffee and a game of truth or dare," he spread his hands, gesturing for Ivy to enter the café. Two lattes, one iced Americano. Luke took the iced Americano and drank it directly. Because he knew that in the upcoming game of truth or dare, the person who needed to suppress inner fear the most was him. Thinking about this, he inserted a straw and took a fierce sip. After swallowing, Luke said, "Come on, rock, paper, scissors." Beside him, Sanders brought another unfortunate fellow and also ordered an iced Americano. "3! 2! 1!" As the countdown ended, Ivy chose rock, and Shawn chose scissors."Truth," Ivy said. "Who are your father and mother?" ***