"You’re jealous that I eventually got Kevin, while you can only marry a disabled man?" Tanya exploded in a final fit of impotent rage before hanging up the phone. She was well aware that by hanging up on Ivy like this, Ivy wouldn't be angry but would likely mock her. Mocking her for willingly becoming a bootlicker, willingly throwing her dignity on the ground to be trampled on. But so what! She had no way back. Tanya's eyes turned red, letting the tears wet her eye sockets. She raised her head, intending to endure it, but ultimately failed. A silent "plunk" as tears fell. ‘Kevin, no matter what I do, you always look down on me like this. Fine, I don't want this kind of high regard from you anymore. One day, I will make you, and everyone else, kneel and worship me!’ The phone rang at this moment. It was Kevin's secretary. "Miss Tanya," the secretary's voice was filled with anxiety, with a trembling tone. "Mr. Kevin said, you can decide on the wedding yourself, no need to bother him," the secretary continued. Tanya tightened her grip on her phone. Perhaps at this moment, all these things had caused ripples in Kevin's heart. "In that case, please let the wedding designer decide according to my preferences. I'm busy. Only notify me if something requires my personal attention; otherwise, let the designer decide," Tanya said. "Yes." The secretary seemed bewildered. Yesterday, Tanya was urging her to provide her with wedding dress styles. How did she become so indifferent overnight? Did they have a fight? Meanwhile, as the Alter Group was still bustling with activity, Ivy invited Lilith to visit Catherine's mental health clinic. In the days since she slapped Kevin, her mood had gradually stabilized. She was well aware that Shawn would arrange everything for her, with Edwin being the east wind before.The truth would come to light soon. "If I manage to call you for the second time, remember to call the police no matter what," Ivy carefully instructed in the rest area of the mental health clinic. Her gaze fell on Lilith's belly, and after a moment, she added, "Remember, don't act recklessly. Prioritize yourself and the child." "Got it, got it." Lilith waved her hand, hugged Ivy, and directly told the onlooking nurses, "I'll be careful on my own. You need to be careful and don't drink the calming tea she gives you." "Okay." "Miss Jones, the doctor is waiting inside." A nurse smiled and led Ivy into the consultation room. Inside, Catherine was sitting in her usual position, waiting for Ivy. "Have you been doing well these past few days?" Catherine asked as Ivy entered. "Yes." Perhaps after hearing about Catherine from Lilith, Ivy's filter towards her shattered. The cold water-like gaze observed her, and only at this moment did Ivy realize that beneath her golden-rimmed glasses was concealed a pair of eyes full of disdain and disgust towards her. ‘How did I not notice her before?’ "Is there something wrong with my face?" Catherine's voice entered her ears, and Ivy snapped out of her thoughts, shaking her head. "No, it's just I was realizing how beautiful you are, in that cool and elegant way." Facing her praise, Catherine didn't smile, only adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses and saying, "It seems like you've been getting along well with your husband these days." "Yeah." Ivy raised a faint smile. "We've had deep conversations these days, cleared up each other's doubts, and our relationship is even better than before. We've agreed to raise our child together once his leg heals." As the words fell, Catherine's hand suddenly paused, and after a short while, she laughed. "That's great. I believe with a few more sessions, you'll overcome your current difficulties and we can proceed with the second surgery for him." "I also think so..." "Drink this glass of tea." Catherine interrupted her with a smile. "Okay." Ivy replied, discreetly pressing the button on her phone that she had agreed upon with Lilith. Sure enough, as expected, there was a commotion outside."Oh no, I feel like the baby is coming!" "Lilith?" Ivy stood up to go out and check on her but was stopped by Catherine. "I'll go and see. You rest here." With that, Catherine left the office, and Ivy took the opportunity to pour the calming tea into the bucket under her tea table. When Catherine came back, Ivy had just brought the tea cup to her lips, pretending to drink. "It's okay, she's just feeling fetal movements." Ivy, hearing this, helplessly smiled. "This girl, always making a fuss. I apologize for troubling you." "It's alright; I gave her a recliner to rest." Seeing Ivy finishing the tea, Catherine gestured for her to lie down on the recliner. Ivy obediently lay down, and soon, as Catherine had expected, she began to feel drowsy. With everything ready, the smile on Catherine's face faded, replaced by a cold sharpness in her eyes. Lips slightly parted, she asked, "Do you love your husband?" "Yes." The answer was straightforward, without any hesitation. This instinctive response thoroughly angered Catherine. A sinister smile instantly appeared on her face. "You love him, but he doesn't love you. Do you know he already has a fiancée?!" "Fiancée?" The person in a daze furrowed her brows, "He doesn't have a fiancée. He told me I'm his first love." "How is that possible?!" Catherine's voice suddenly became sharp, realizing something was wrong, she quickly restrained herself. "You see, he chose to lie even in something you could find out. It shows how terrifying he is." The more Catherine spoke, the colder Ivy's heart became. It wasn't because Shawn lied to her. After all, compared to the lie that he hid being Cato Alter, everything else was insignificant. What made her heart cold was the thought that if Shawn was entangled with such a crazy woman, the consequences would be unimaginable if not resolved in the future."So, what should I do?" After thinking for a long time, she still pretended to be muddled and accepted Catherine's words. "Break up. Relentlessly force him to break up with you. I'll say it again; only when you and he return to being friends or strangers, can you undergo the surgery for him. Otherwise, if there's any involvement, your surgery will fail, and the accident from three years ago will repeat itself." Such assertive words lacked the professional ethics expected of a psychological doctor. Ivy couldn't bear it and suddenly opened her eyes. Catherine was startled by this sudden movement, but soon, the confusion in Ivy's eyes dispelled her doubts. "Is something on your mind?" She asked Ivy. Ivy nodded, "I didn't sleep well last night, preoccupied with things. I'm sorry, I can't focus." Finding an excuse, Ivy got out of bed, "I'm sorry, Dr. Lambert. I might need to deal with some things first before I can fully concentrate on the treatment." Catherine gave a gentle smile and kindly brushed away the stray strands of hair on her shoulder, "Alright, take care of your matters first. Once you schedule it, I'll give you a reference." Enduring her disgust, Ivy accepted. "Thank you, Dr. Lambert. I'll contact you later." She quickly left the office, pulling Lilith, who was drinking warm water. At the same time, she turned back and gave Catherine a friendly farewell smile. "Goodbye." ***