Ivy followed his advice and opened the report. Despite her preparedness, seeing the paternity test result showing a 99.9% match in father-son relationship still evoked a sarcastic feeling. Roland noticed her paling complexion and asked, "Is there anything I can help with? Just let me know." "Senior, thank you for your assistance," she said with a hint of gratitude. Carefully, she put the document away. "Please allow me to take a day off." After this long ordeal, she needed a day of rest. Once Roland left, Ivy scanned all the information she had gathered about Harry and Amara, forwarded it to the police, and reported Harry for fraud once more. After finishing everything, Ivy left the clinic. As she exited County Clinic's gates, she noticed Assistant Luke's car parked outside. The car window was rolled down, revealing Shawn's face. "Why did you come?" Ivy's heart warmed, and she got into the car with a smile. Shawn took her bag and asked gently, "How is everything going?" Glancing towards the door, she noticed Roland and gave a subtle nod. She reached out and brushed away a few strands of hair from her forehead. She handed the envelope to Shawn and said, "I've obtained the evidence. I will send the information to the lawyer later. I believe it will help with my mom's divorce case and make it even more successful." "Alright." Shawn glanced at the paternity test report and instructed Assistant Luke to drive back to their house. On the way, Shawn handed the new Apple phone to Ivy. "Take out the SIM card and put it in this one." Ivy hesitated for a moment and was about to say that the phone was too expensive, but when she looked into Shawn's eyes, she swallowed the words she wanted to say. His sincerity was evident, and she couldn't bring herself to reject his gesture. "Thank you." Both of them didn't earn high salaries, and she suspected that the phone must have cost him a month's wages. Oh well, it was his intention, and she couldn't constantly deny his affection. So, she obediently took the SIM card from her old phone and inserted it into the new one. It was her first time using an iPhone, so she spent some time getting accustomed to the clean iOS system.When they arrived home, Ivy had already downloaded various apps and was working hard to adapt to this unfamiliar but clean iOS system. Emma placed various dishes on the table and invited them to join the meal. "Mr. Luke, would you like to stay for dinner as well?" "No, thank you, Auntie. My girlfriend is waiting for me at home." After finishing his sentence, Assistant Luke swiftly left. The three of them sat down to enjoy a pleasant meal. Emma noticed Ivy's new phone and felt grateful for Shawn's affection. Throughout the meal, she constantly helped him put food on his plate. "Shawn, please eat more. You'll have surgery soon, so you need to take good care of your health." "Alright." At this moment, Emma's phone rang. She saw that it was Uncle John calling and hesitated for a moment before answering the call. "Emma, Harry has been taken to the police station..." On the other end of the phone, Uncle John sounded very anxious. "We initially thought he would just be taken in for questioning and then released. But the medical staff at County Clinic are determined to press charges against him. We can't find Ivy, so we had to contact you." Emma turned paler as she listened, gazing deeply at Ivy, her disappointment clearly visible. After hanging up the phone, she asked Ivy with anger, "Ivy, your father is in the police station for something so serious, why didn't you tell me?" Ivy frowned, "He caused trouble at County Clinic, assaulted medical staff. This isn't the first time he's done such a thing. Such scum should be disciplined by the police!" "But he's your father!" Emma retorted. Ivy sneered, "He hasn't been my father since I can remember. I saw him hit you that day. From that moment, he stopped being my father." "You!" Emma was rendered speechless in frustration. She rushed to her room to get her bag and prepare to leave. "Mom, where are you going?" "I'm going to the police station. Your father needs bail money," Emma replied coldly, changed her shoes, and was about to leave. "Mom!""Mom!" Ivy quickly stood up and grabbed her mother's hand, casting a meaningful glance at Shawn. He instantly understood what she intended to do. So, with a furrowed brow, he reminded her, "Ivy, no matter what, he is your father. You shouldn't be so harsh." Ivy took this as an opportunity to find a way out. She gently guided her mother back to the couch, her arms around her shoulders. In a soft and tender tone, she said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong." Emma sighed, her eyes reddening. She held Ivy's hand, choked up, "I know you love me, but he is still your father. We shouldn't act like this. If our relatives find out, they will make fun of us and call you unfilial, do you understand?" "Mom, I understand," Ivy reassured her mother and hugged her by the shoulders. "It's just that Dad's behavior isn't a long-term solution. How about we go to the police station together later to get him released? With our relatives present, he won't dare to direct his anger at you. Besides, our relatives can help persuade him to get back on the right path. What do you think?" Seeing how considerate and caring she was, Emma's heart finally found some peace, and she hugged Ivy tightly. "Ivy, you've grown up." Ivy patted her mother's back and comforted her, "Alright, you tidy up, and I'll call our relatives." "Okay." Ivy selected a few talkative women from the village to accompany her to the bustling county police station. Her mother went with them, while she and Shawn left a few minutes later. However, when they arrived at the police station, they were met with the sound of her mother's grieving sobs and chaotic commotion from inside. "Harry! I married you for decades, dedicated and without complaints. I thought you were just short-tempered and had genuine feelings for me. I never expected that you would cheat on me with this woman for so many years!" Ivy's heart sank. She hurried into the police station. Her mother, supported by the villagers, was vigorously accusing Harry of his crimes. Harry stood tall and confrontational, a look of disdain on his face as he faced his wife. "Don't be afraid; I'm here," he said, his arm firmly protecting Amara and his mother behind him. His voice was gentle, as if he was taking care of two fragile treasures.This tender side was something Ivy had never experienced. Throughout her life, whenever he was at home, he either physically abused her mother or used various humiliating words to insult his own daughter. Thinking about this, Ivy muttered a curse softly, "Bastard," her tone filled with irony. She would rather not have seen this side of him. "Harry, you're really despicable!" Uncle John scolded him with a stern expression. For years, he had believed that Zedd was the illegitimate child of Amara and another man, and he had supported Harry diligently, even helping to suppress Emma to ensure she paid child support. Little did he know that he had been manipulated by Harry, and now he was the laughingstock. Frustrated and regretful, he threw the documents he was holding onto Harry's face, then turned his back to him and said, "I won't help you with this matter anymore!" At this moment, the women from the village who had come with Emma also spoke up. They had always suspected that there was something unusual about Harry and Amara's relationship, they were shocked to find out that they weren't really cousins. With scorn on their faces, they all seemed to enjoy the gossip. "You are our relative and you are the chief of our village, how can you turn your back on us?" Harry angrily retorted when he saw his relatives abandoning him. He also noticed Ivy behind them, which only fueled his anger further. "It's you, isn't it? You are the one who took pictures of me and investigated me, then handed the evidence to the police!" He didn't wait for Ivy to reply and pointed at Emma while berating her, "She can give birth to a son for me, can you? Over the years, all you've done is give birth to a bitch. Whenever I see you, I'm annoyed!" He continued, "And look at your figure. You're all out of shape, and you're full of wrinkles. Are you even qualified to compare yourself to her?" His words were like sharp knives, piercing through Emma's already shattered heart and causing deep pain to Ivy. For decades, her mother had worked hard to keep the family together. She had endured so much suffering, yet he had shown no gratitude. Instead, he spent his days drinking and gambling, using all sorts of means to abuse and insult his wife and daughter. He even used his wife's money to support other women and their illegitimate children. He was truly despicable!"Mom..." Ivy hugged her mother, who was heartbroken and devastated, and softly comforted her, "Don't cry, you still have me." Emma, seeing her daughter there, softened and couldn't hold back the grievances she had bottled up for decades. She embraced her daughter and sobbed uncontrollably. "Ivy, I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you." Ivy gently patted her mother's back and reassured her, "Mom, it's okay, we still have time." "Enough! Stop crying and causing a scene here. You've ruined my reputation!" Harry couldn't stand to see his wife crying like this, and if it weren't for the relatives present, he might have lost his temper and started hitting her. "Now that you're here, take your mom and leave immediately!" He ordered harshly. Wait until they got back home; he would deal with these two women. "Wait a minute." Ivy coldly interrupted him and turned to her lawyer, "Is the bail money coming from us?" Seeing the lawyer nod, Ivy showed the payment code and said to the ‘Jones family’ in front of her, "It's a total of 7,000 dollars. Pay it immediately." ***