Fearing that the assistant might have hurt him, Shawn's dark eyes lifted with a hint of mockery and pity. "You're not the only one who dislikes me, but in the end, I married her." "You!" Roland was so infuriated that he was about to roll up his sleeves and strike Shawn, but the assistant swiftly intervened. "Good dogs don't get in the way!" Roland cursed. The assistant ignored him and continued, "Dr. Roland, I'm doing you a favor here. If you had really attacked him earlier, your hands would probably be crippled by now." After his words, he pushed Roland heavily, and the latter slammed into the wall. Overwhelmed with pain and discomfort, Roland clutched his mouth and began to cough uncontrollably. However, his strong dislike for Shawn was not easy to dissipate. "Shawn, I don't care how you sweet-talked Ivy into marrying you, but I can bet that you're not even good enough to shine her shoes! You'd better swear that your legs can stand, and you'll survive the surgery's three stages. Otherwise, on the day you die, I'll propose to Ivy and make her my wife! I'll keep my word!" He ruthlessly insulted Shawn, who then glared at him before huffing away. The assistant noticed that Shawn seemed enveloped in low pressure and worried that Roland's words had upset him. He whispered, "Mr. Tate, this Roland is as useless as Kevin. You don't need to get angry because of someone like him." However, Shawn just gazed deeply in the direction where Roland had departed. After a while, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "He's different from Kevin." ... Ivy wrestled with her thoughts for a while before finally making up her mind. She dialed Catherine Lambert's number. She briefly introduced herself to Catherine and arranged to meet at her psychological clinic at 7 p.m. Before heading to the psychological clinic, Ivy called Lilith. Lilith seemed to have just woken up and answered with a sleepy voice. "Ivy, I'm fine. I'm back home now. I'll come see you after I finish this busy period." "Alright, take care." Since Lilith didn't seem interested in talking, Ivy didn't press further. She simply reminded her to take care of herself and hung up the phone. She used the excuse of working late to have the assistant take Shawn home and set out for Catherine's psychological clinic. "Miss Jones, Dr. Catherine is waiting for you," the receptionist escorted her to Catherine Lambert's office. Taking in the sights, all she could see was white. In the middle of the room, there was a low table with a warm lamp and a soft couch beside it. It was simple and comfortable, and provided a sense of relaxation. The nurse knocked on the door. "Dr. Catherine, Miss Jones has arrived." "Good." Catherine Lambert put down the file she was examining and raised her head. Her watery eyes met Ivy's, and she greeted her with a gentle smile. This smile had a calming effect on Ivy, who had been feeling tense. "Please have a seat," Catherine gestured, and Ivy sat on the soft couch. Catherine took the seat beside her and said, "Uncle Malcom has already informed me about your situation. Don't worry, today we'll just have a simple conversation." She signaled the receptionist to close the office door. With just the two of them inside the room, Ivy began to talk about the events from three years ago and her current struggles. Catherine was an excellent listener. Throughout the conversation, she maintained a gentle smile, occasionally providing feedback when necessary. When Ivy's emotions fluctuated greatly, she would gently hold her hand and offer comforting pats. Every time she provided gentle reassurance and empathy, it helped Ivy let her guard down. Gradually, as she shared her story and vented her negative emotions, her mood started to improve. Catherine reassured her that the medical accident from three years ago was an unfortunate accident and had not impacted her professional abilities. Over the past three years, her medical skills had only improved, and Shawn's surgery would become simpler over time. "Thank you, Dr. Catherine," Ivy said as she prepared to leave. They also scheduled a follow-up appointment. After sending off the last guest of the day, Catherine received a phone call. "When did you return? You didn't even notify me?" From the other end of the phone, Kevin's falsely concerned voice could be heard. Catherine Lambert made a gagging gesture, her stomach churning in disgust. How did she not realize that he was such a hypocrite?With a sarcastic chuckle, Catherinereplied, "You deliberately told me about Cato Alter's wedding, hoping I'd come back and create trouble for him, right?" Hearing this, Kevin hastily explained, "Catherine, you're Cato Alter's fiancée. He got married, but the bride wasn't you. Don't you think you should hold him accountable?" "My business is none of your concern!" After saying this, Catherine hung up on Kevin and promptly blocked all his contacts. She decided that there was no point in talking to such a two-faced guy. She opened the chat window for Cato Alter, her fingers repeatedly rubbing against his name. She smiled softly as her calm and gentle face gradually twisted with a sinister grin. "Brother Cato, you promised to marry me. How could you suddenly marry someone else?!" "It must be that woman pressuring you! You must have some untold reasons for this!" "Brother Cato, wait a bit longer. I'll investigate why you're secretly married, get to the bottom of it, and then come find you." "I don't care who the woman you married is. None of them, I repeat, none of them, are good enough for you. Only I can stand by your side!" ... Ivy visited Catherine regularly to sort out her emotions. After half a month, she was in a much better state. Even Roland had to admit that this psychologist had real skills. One day, while working on the final preparation of Shawn's case and surgical plan with Ivy, Roland teased her, "Ivy, remember to introduce that doctor to me. I might need her too." Ivy paused and looked at him, furrowing her brow. If he also had emotional issues, she'd better handle Shawn's surgery herself. "What's wrong with you, Senior?" "I just have emotional issues that need resolving," Roland explained awkwardly. "It's just an obsession, you know... But don't worry, it won't affect the surgery. Look, so many years have passed, and I haven't made any mistakes, have I?" "Hmm." Seeing that he was fine, Ivy responded calmly and focused on studying Shawn's surgical plan. However, Roland was still immersed in regret. Once the box of memories was opened, it was difficult to close. Putting down the files in his hands, he began to ramble, "I just want to ask a psychologist how to let go of someone. I used to feel unworthy of her, and now that I've finally become worthy, she's married. This..." "Senior, the surgery is in a few days. I made some adjustments to Shawn's surgical plan. Take a look here and see if there are any issues." Ivy handed her laptop to Roland. "The changes are in red." This junior in front of him really didn't care about him at all. Roland silently cursed in his heart. This Shawn Tate, what did he do in his past life? Even with a disabled leg, he could marry his school's beauty. But despite his thoughts, Roland dutifully took the laptop and carefully reviewed the changes Ivy made. After a while, he smiled and said, "Ivy, your plan is good. I'll send it to my British mentor now to see if there are any improvements needed." "Okay." Ivy felt joy in her heart. Roland had been an outstanding student, accepted early by a top British medical school and mentored by an internationally renowned orthopedic surgeon. With his guidance, she believed that the surgical plan for Shawn would become even more perfect. Thinking about this, Ivy felt increasingly content. During a break when Roland was inquiring about his professor's opinion, Ivy stood up to take Alyssa to the inpatient ward. As she passed through the emergency room, she noticed a commotion involving medical staff and a group of people. Ivy grabbed Maya, who was about to head to the office to call for help, and asked, "What's going on?" ***