Catherine, not giving him any leeway, marched up to him, high heels tapping on the ground, and delivered a slap. Harry staggered back a few steps and tumbled to the ground. "What do I mean? You hurt my lover. What do you think I mean?" Catherine retorted. "Lover?" Harry was stunned, turning to glance at Shawn on the ground and then at Ivy beside him, who was full of concern. He sneered, "Money indeed makes the world go round. Even a cripple attracts a flock of women." Ivy ignored Harry's words and turned to Shawn. "Can you use your strength?" Shawn, sweating profusely, made her very worried. If it were a regular injury, he wouldn't be like this. Full of sweat, icy cold all over, a high probability of serious injury. Thinking of this, she took out her phone and saw Catherine's people watching her vigilantly. She sneered, "I’ll call an ambulance." "No, don't call!" Harry suddenly roared, "If you call, we're all done for. The ambulance will definitely involve the police. By then, including you, Catherine! Do you think you can escape? You brought me back from Myanmar. Don't even think about running!" As the words fell, Catherine signaled to her bodyguard with her eyes. The bodyguard approached and forcefully prevented Ivy from making call. Due to the excessive force, Ivy's hand quickly turned red. Shawn's eyes narrowed, "Are you okay?" Ivy shook her head, "The most important thing now is to get you to the hospital. If we delay any longer, I'm worried..." "Okay." The man smiled faintly, slowly raising his right hand and brushing away the stray hair from Ivy's forehead. Not far away, Luke, who was observing with binoculars, quickly received a reminder from his boss. Excitedly, he gave the order, "Move out." Sanders immediately notified the police and their security personnel. The next moment, the police officer crouching in the back seat suddenly rushed out, holding Catherine hostage. In the midst of the chaos, the police officer under the car controlled Harry. Almost simultaneously, sirens sounded from a distance, and another group of black-clad bodyguards emerged from all directions, surrounding them. Catherine's face changed abruptly, "Cato, how could you do this to me!" Harry also shouted from the side, "I'm your father-in-law!" Why call him father-in-law at a time like this? Shawn ignored him, only looking at the worried Ivy. "You can call an ambulance now." Ivy came to her senses, took a deep breath, "The ambulance is waiting nearby. I'll notify them now." She quickly dialed the ambulance's number, explained the current situation, and by now, Shawn's face had lost all color. Ivy couldn't hold her phone steady due to her agitation. Her eyes turned red instantly. "Don't move. Wait for the ambulance, okay?" The man was barely conscious, almost fainting. "Okay." A minute later, the ambulance arrived. The doctors carefully placed Shawn on a stretcher. "Cato, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would come to this." Catherine was stunned, not expecting her antics to embarrass her beloved like this. She felt truly guilty. "Cato, I'm sorry..." Shawn regained consciousness, looking coldly at Catherine, "You're always like this, not even one percent as good as Ivy!" "Uh! You're talking nonsense!" Catherine, always arrogant, couldn't tolerate being compared to Ivy, especially by this person, Cato Alter! She clutched her head, her eyes in disarray, her mind falling into madness. At this moment, everyone vaguely felt that the wealthy and noble girl in front of them might be mentally unstable. "Let's go." Ivy was afraid that further commotion would delay Shawn's treatment. She urged the doctors to hurry. However, unexpectedly, this statement directly provoked Catherine. She stared fiercely at Ivy, her eyes full of cold light. "Ivy, go to hell, go to hell!" She recklessly snatched the gun from the police officer and shot it at Ivy."Be careful!" With Shawn's shout, a gunshot echoed. Ivy was tightly held by Shawn's massive body. She stood still, not knowing what had just happened, only vaguely sensing the chaotic and eerie sounds around her. "Mr. Tate, are you okay!" Assistant Luke shouted hoarsely. Soon, hot blood dripped onto Ivy's face. She drew in a sharp breath, her gaze fixing on the bullet hole in Shawn's chest. "Shawn... Shawn..." The string in her heart collapsed. A bad premonition engulfed her. She was dazed, rooted to the spot. It wasn't until the doctor's soothing and urging voice reached her ears, "Dr. Jones, we must quickly get him to the hospital." In a daze, she regained her composure, pushed aside, and let the doctors coordinate to lift Shawn onto the stretcher. "Cato, Cato, let go of me, Cato!" Catherine's voice came from behind. Ivy turned around to see her attacking the police officers and security guards who were blocking her. "Let go of me! I am a British citizen. I'm telling you, dare to harm me, and the Lambert family will make you pay. We are an elite family in England!” Ivy's eyes filled with a cold light. She approached, raised her hand, and slapped Catherine. A crisp sound, and soon, Catherine fell silent. The world fell silent. The young lady stood in place, seemingly not expecting her pampered self to receive such a slap. It was a great humiliation! "Ivy Jones!" "You'd better pray that Shawn is safe and sound. Otherwise, I will kill you!" After coldly leaving these words, Ivy turned and boarded the ambulance. Doctors were already working to resuscitate Shawn, instructing nurses to assist from the side. "Quick, don't let him lose consciousness. We must get him to the hospital." Ivy rushed to his side, grabbed his hand, her voice choked, "Shawn, don't sleep. I'm here, I'm here."At that moment, Shawn was almost unconscious. He struggled to keep his heavy eyelids open, his voice broken, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to deceive you. Can you forgive me?" "As long as you live well, I forgive anything you do. Don't sleep. We'll be at the hospital soon. If you dare to leave me, I'll immediately go back and marry Kevin!" Shawn managed a weak smile, "I... I will stay alive!" "Dr. Jones, his condition is not optimistic. We must perform surgery." After the examination, the doctor made a decision, "We are going to Mary Hospital now. I will mobilize cardiac and brain doctors. Please mobilize the orthopedic department to come to Mary Hospital immediately." The doctors had made it clear, and Ivy was well aware that the upcoming surgery would be a race against time, like a struggle with the King of Hell. She only had one chance. So, wiping away her tears, she quickly dialed Professor Watson's number and then called Dr. Roland at the clinic. Inside Mary Hospital, a solemn announcement echoed through the corridors. "Neurosurgery, Orthopedic Surgery, Thoracic Surgery, Orthopedics, immediate consultation in the Emergency Resuscitation Room!" "Neurosurgery, Orthopedic Surgery, Thoracic Surgery, Orthopedics, immediate consultation in the Emergency Resuscitation Room!" ***