"What?!" Harry's eyes widened, and he was furious. He shouted at her, pointing his finger at her nose, "I'm your father, it's only right that you pay for me!" "Alright," Ivy replied firmly, pointing at the woman behind him and saying, "She's your son's mother. I'll split the cost with her, 3,500 each." When Harry heard this, he became even angrier. He rushed up to Ivy and yelled in her face, "They have no source of income, how can they give you money?" "Right." Ivy suddenly remembered, "Over the years, Mom gave her money every month, and you gave her a lot of living expenses too. Those accounts need to be settled." As she spoke, Ivy glanced at the Hermes bag in the woman's hands, a mocking smile playing on her lips. For all these years, not only did he never contribute a single cent to the family, but he also pressured his mother into giving so much money under the guise of atonement. Ivy had to make them pay back double for this. "She gave birth to my son, isn't it normal that I support them?" Harry, without a hint of guilt, became even more self-righteous, "Unlike your mom, who only gave birth to you. You..." Before Harry could finish his sentence, Ivy turned to the lawyer, "Did you all hear that?" The lawyer replied, "We heard. The divorce petition will also request the division of property, including recovering the money that was given by your mother, as well as the marital assets used elsewhere." "What?!" Grandpa and Grandma Jones, who were standing nearby, also exclaimed, "Ivy, what do you mean by this?" "Exactly what it sounds like." Ivy had no intention of continuing to argue with him, "If you have any questions or concerns, discuss them with my lawyer." After saying this, she gently asked her mother, "Mom, shall I take you away?" "Alright." Emma replied tearfully and left with her daughter. However, Harry rushed forward and grabbed Ivy's hand, threatening to hit her. He shouted, "I'll kill you, you brat! You're an unfilial daughter!" Unexpectedly, this time, Emma suddenly slapped him across the face. A crisp sound of a slap echoed, instantly quieting the previously noisy police station entrance. "Mom, is your hand okay?" Ivy incredulously held her mother's reddened right hand, rubbing and massaging the palm, feeling a mix of concern and satisfaction. Harry stood in place, holding his stinging face, staring blankly at the woman who had attacked him. This was the first time she had shown anger in the decades of their marriage. Even the relatives were shocked, their eyes widening. This Ivy's mom, such a gentle person, actually... "Mom, don't get upset." The villagers surrounded Emma, comforting her while giving disapproving looks to the unruly Harry. It must be said, that slap was truly satisfying. "Do you dare to hit me?" Still in disbelief, Harry's voice was hoarse. It took him a while to react, and he shouted, trying to regain control of the situation. "Do you dare hit me?!" Accustomed to being domineering at home, he had been challenged by Ivy before in asserting authority over the family. Unexpectedly, this seemingly weak woman also dared to resist. Ready to retaliate, he raised his hand, only to be stopped by Uncle John behind him. "Let go of me! This woman needs a good beating to behave!" "Mom, let's not get angry over this unworthy person." Worried that his words would upset his mother's health, Ivy quickened her pace to take her mother away from this troublesome place. But unexpectedly, Emma stopped in her tracks. "Ivy, wait for me." She gently released her daughter's hand, turned around, and walked towards Harry. Staring coldly at the man she had served and obeyed for half a lifetime, she raised her hand and slapped the other half of his face. "Harry, we're getting a divorce!" Harry was stunned. His lips trembled, and he was so shocked that he forgot to get angry again. After a while, he could only manage to say, "Say that again?!"However, Emma didn't want to engage with him any further. She turned back to Ivy and said, "Ivy, let's go. We'll leave the divorce proceedings entirely to the lawyer." "Alright." When they returned home, Ivy confessed her schemes and plans regarding Harry to her mother. Emma listened and wept bitterly, blaming herself for letting Ivy go through this. The mother and daughter cried together for a while, and then Ivy asked her mother to rest. Seeing her mother's desolate figure, Ivy's heart ached. "Have I done something wrong?" She asked Shawn, who smiled and shook his head. "You've done well. Your mother just needs some time; she'll be fine in a while." "Yeah." Ivy also knew that after completely breaking ties with Harry, the real battle was yet to come. In addition to the divorce proceedings with Harry, there was Shawn's surgery. Fortunately, everything went smoothly. The lawyer quickly called and confirmed the evidence was solid. Harry was not only going to lose everything, but he would also have to compensate for all the money he had fraudulently obtained from his mother over the years, totaling two million. Two million! Ivy's hand trembled as she held her phone. She felt a sense of irony. What had marriage really brought to women? "Thank you for helping to continue to follow up. If you need any assistance, please feel free to call me." She thanked the lawyer and, after a brief explanation of some specific details, they hung up. At this point, Roland came into her office with the surgery plan's modifications from the British professor. "The professor highly appreciates your surgery plan and suggested a minor supplement. It's not essential, but you can consider it." Thinking back to the conversation with the professor just now, the professor's eagerness for excellence made him quite proud. "Ivy, the professor said she really appreciates you. Without your consent, I sent her your resume. She believes you're a highly promising doctor. If you're willing, she's willing to help you apply for a scholarship to study at her university, and she'll personally guide you."Ivy held the surgery plan in her hand and suddenly raised her head, unable to hide her surprise and joy. "Really?" Ivy had planned to continue her studies abroad after working at City A First Hospital for a few years. However, due to the incident, almost all the hospitals in City A had avoided her. She couldn't imagine that a world-class medical school would be willing to accept her. Roland knew what she was thinking and reassured her with a smile. "The enrollment season is already over this year. If you decide to go, it'll be at least next year. You don't have to doubt yourself so soon. Since the professor accepted you, she must have her reasons. Your next task is to think carefully about whether you want to go or not." Gazing at the surgery plan in her hand, Roland continued, "But don't worry. Shawn will be fine. I'll assist you, and if there's any problem, I'll protect both of you." Ivy's tense expression relaxed slightly, and she carefully put away the documents. She thanked Roland, "Thank you, Senior. After Shawn is back on his feet, we'll treat you to dinner." Without waiting for Roland's response, she turned and went to the inpatient department. Shawn had already been admitted to the clinic a day earlier, with both his grandma and mother taking care of him. When Ivy arrived at the ward, she saw her grandma holding a bowl of soup and trying to persuade him to drink the soup she had personally prepared. Her mother was slicing an apple, planning to offer it to him after he finished the soup. And Shawn... He sat there with a grim expression, tightly keeping his lips sealed, not giving the two elderly family members any face. Ivy couldn't help but chuckle. The laughter attracted the attention of the three people in the room, and they looked at her simultaneously, their eyes filled with eagerness and gloom. They seemed to have a thousand questions to ask but didn't know where to start. "Grandma, Mom, why don't you go back and rest? I'll take care of him," Ivy said as she accepted the items they brought and led them to the door. "Come back early tomorrow, okay?" Grandma Winston and Emma agreed as they couldn't resist Ivy's persuasion. "Alright, we'll come back early tomorrow." After the two women left, Ivy sat down by Shawn's bedside, handing him the apple. "I know you've already eaten, and it's late at night, so you don't need to have this soup. But you can eat the apple." Shawn took the apple and began eating obediently. As Ivy watched him, she could see the unspoken questions in his eyes, but she interrupted him, saying, "Can we talk tomorrow when you wake up?" After a brief hesitation, Shawn put down the apple and reached out to pull her into his arms. "Don't be nervous. I won't be in any danger." Wrapped in his warm embrace, Ivy hesitated for a few seconds before encircling his waist with her arms. "I won't let you die, and you can't die. You made a promise, and if you dare to die, I'll randomly pick someone on the street to remarry!" "No!" Much later, in the darkness of the night, he forcefully vetoed her idea. ***