In order to help her mother escape the ordeal as soon as possible, she arranged a meeting with Harry with the accompaniment of her lawyer. Ivy always felt that she and Harry were strangers who shared the same blood. She didn't want to have too much involvement with him. But on the day of the meeting, Harry brought Amara and a distant relative from the rural area, Uncle John, who was also the village chief in the village. He was a person of great authority in the village, and whenever there was a divorce case, he acted as a mediator, with an efficiency rivaling that of the Women's Federation. Grandpa Jones and Grandma Jones were reluctant to give up the monthly income of ten thousand dollars, so they offered Uncle John some benefits to come and mediate. As they had just sat down in the coffee shop, Uncle John started trying to persuade Ivy. "Ivy, when a family quarrels, it's a waste of everyone's energy. Your mom married your dad for so many years, and she only gave birth to you, an only child. You probably don't know that you were a laughingstock when you were born in our village. But Harry swallowed his pride and kept you with us for all these years. He's also been very faithful. He hasn't messed around outside. He only adopted Amara's son as his own to carry on the family last name for you." Uncle John at this point, was feeling quite pleased with himself as he glanced at Harry. His proud expression conveyed the message that with him around, this situation would surely be resolved. "Your mother committed such a serious crime, and she hasn't been kicked out yet. You should be grateful. So, why are you instigating your mother to divorce?" Ivy listened to Uncle John's words with a poker face and then chuckled. "Isn't it obvious why Harry won't kick my mother out? It's all about my mother's money. They haven't squeezed her dry yet, so how could they give up on her as their cash cow!" "Ivy, don't be like this," Amara, who had remained silent, spoke with a tinge of guilt. All eyes turned to her, and after a brief pause, she began her performance. "I should shoulder some of the blame for this. Back then, it was because I saw your father was worried about not having a son, that's why I let him adopted my son into your family. Now, it seems like my kindness has caused trouble. Ivy, over the years, your mother hasn't spent that monthly ten thousand dollars frivolously. She's spent it all on your adopted brother Zedd. Now, Zedd is your brother. As his older sister, you should help him out more." Ivy stared at Amara's heavily made-up face, which still radiated charm despite being over fifty, as well as the LV bag she held. She couldn't help but find the whole situation ridiculous. Ever since Zedd was adopted, Amara had moved in with Harry's parents. Even though Emma sent money to Harry's parents, that bank card was firmly in Amara's possession. Those who didn't know might think Amara was the daughter-in-law of the Jones family."Ivy, what Amara said isn't wrong. That ten thousand dollars is really spent on Zedd. Raising a child costs a lot, and as our elders can testify, this ten thousand isn't enough. Your mother willingly used this ten thousand dollars as a living expense to atone for not giving birth to a son for the Jones family. Otherwise, we wouldn't have accepted it. After your grandfather and grandmother spent this ten thousand, they had to make up the deficit themselves, and it was a very tough and frugal life." A very tough and frugal life? Ivy recalled how her mother had looked a couple of days ago, plump and well-fed, and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. "Uncle John, you are an elder in the village, so kind and compassionate, and unwilling to let your villagers suffer. What if you contribute some money too?" "You!" Uncle John, stung by Ivy's pointed remarks, was compelled to change the topic and turned to Harry. He said in a cold voice, "I can't control your well-raised daughter. You figure it out yourself." As he spoke, he reached into his pocket to light a cigarette. The lawyer coughed lightly and placed a "No Smoking" sign on the table. Uncle John's face turned pale, and she reluctantly put the cigarette back. "Urban areas are really troublesome." "If you want me to agree to a divorce, you're dreaming, you unlucky woman!" Seeing that Grandma Jones couldn't persuade Ivy, Harry, embarrassed and angry, erupted into a tirade. Ivy had no intention of engaging in an argument with him and went straight to the point, saying, "Conditions." Harry paused, then laughed, "You know your place." He crossed his legs and made a hand gesture with a one-finger sign towards them. The lawyer, who was nearby, looked a bit surprised. "One million?" Harry shook his head and laughed arrogantly, "Ten million!" "What?" The lawyer thought he had misheard, so he repeated it, and then burst into laughter. Why doesn't he just rob a bank? Harry's crossed legs were shaking even harder, "In addition to this ten million, we'll transfer ownership of the house in Ordinary County to me. As long as you fulfill these conditions, I will immediately sign the divorce agreement. You won't even need to go through the trouble of filing a lawsuit in court."The lawyer was left speechless by the exorbitant amount. Ivy also couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity. Amara was just here to enjoy the show, and she added, "Ten million for buying out the child support for Zedd is already quite reasonable." Ivy gave her a blank stare, and Amara's throat tightened as she shrunk behind Harry. "Harry, I..." Harry fiercely protected her as if she were a calf, glaring at Ivy. "If you had obediently pursued that rich second-generation guy back then, not to mention ten million, you could have easily produced a billion. You are just an unlucky woman, and you wasted the opportunity to marry into a wealthy family. Don't waste your time suing us anymore. If you have the time to do that, you'd better hurry up and raise the money. Without ten million, I will absolutely not divorce!" After finishing his speech, Harry helped the trembling Amara to her feet and said to Uncle John "Let's go." After the three of them left, Ivy asked the lawyer, "What do you think of this approach? We'll prepare on both fronts. You continue to revise the divorce petition and prepare to resubmit it. Meanwhile, I'll collect relevant evidence against him." Ten million for the child support was out of the question, as she didn't even have ten million. At the time Zedd was adopted, Harry hadn't even consulted her mother's opinion, simply bringing the child in front of her and forcing her to acknowledge him. .... Shawn received a call from Jasson. "Shawn..." Jasson explained Ivy's current situation and concerns. Shawn listened intently, then instructed his assistant nearby, "Find out everything about Harry Jones, leave no stone unturned." It was clear that Shawn was determined to deal with these issues as soon as possible to avoid any future complications. "Understood." After hearing the entire conversation, Jasson was baffled. Why was the usually indifferent Shawn suddenly so invested in the affairs of a small-town doctor at a small clinic? "Shawn, something's not right! You were already acting strangely by instructing me to find someone to handle Ivy's mother's divorce case. You, a late-stage sociopath, who usually doesn't care about anything, how can you suddenly be so concerned about a small doctor from a small county?" Finally, it struck him, "You like Ivy! You're pursuing her, aren't you? How far have you gotten with her?" "She is my wife," Shawn replied coldly. There was silence at the other end of the line for a few seconds. Then Jasson exclaimed, "What?" and, in his shock, the sound of him tumbling down the stairs followed. "Ouch! That hurts, oh my god, Shawn, you're doing me so dirty! You're a scumbag! When did you get married? Oh, this hurts, Shawn, you've been deceiving me. You're a scoundrel!" "She only knew that I worked part-time at DT Investment Group," Shawn replied without any expression, hanging up the phone and handing it to his assistant. "Mr. Tate, it seems that Attorney Brown fell quite hard," the assistant said with concern. Shawn glanced at him and said, "Why are you so concerned about him? Do you want me to send you to take care of him personally?" "I'll investigate Harry for you right away," the assistant said, heading out of the room. As he reached the door, he added, "I'll send you home in an hour." Shawn nodded and took up his pen to sign the papers the assistant had just brought him. His hands moved swiftly, and soon a tall stack of documents had been dealt with. Just as his assistant entered the room, Shawn's phone rang again. Seeing that it was a call from Ivy, Shawn paused for a moment, then pressed the answer button. "Shawn, have you finished work?" Ivy sounded somewhat helpless. "Can you come to the clinic? Your company's lawyer friend, Jasson Brown, is here, and he says he knows you. He's only willing to receive treatment if you come." ***