"Where did all these reporters come from? Get them out of here!" Roland bellowed as he rushed out of the intensive care unit, waving at the hospital's security to disperse the reporters. "The traffic inspection detachment is next door. Go shake them up!" Ivy was shielded by Emma and Grandma Winston and she was unharmed. However, she continued to hear the offensive insults from the reporters. Ivy stood her ground, gazing directly at the accusing reporter. She spoke with an emotionless tone, "You've got two things wrong." The reporter was taken aback, torn between anger and frustration. "What did I get wrong?" With a slight parting of her red lips, Ivy calmly corrected him, "First, the police had determined my innocence regarding the incident from three years ago, and my medical license wasn't revoked. How do you claim that my medical skills are subpar? Your allegations could be considered defamation, and I can sue you for it." "Second," Ivy continued in a cold tone, as the reporter remained speechless, "Human lives are important, but are you suggesting that animal lives don't matter? Your previous words seem to imply that we can freely mistreat animals. I find such distorted views repugnant." In an instant, hushed murmurs spread among those present. Some accused her of shamelessness, while others silently nodded, agreeing with her words. At that moment, Jasson Brown stepped forward, placing himself between Ivy and the reporters. He instructed the security personnel, "Get rid of them!" The security guards followed his command and rushed to disperse the reporters, who had become entangled in a scuffle. "Somebody took advantage of Shawn's surgery to buy out all major media outlets in City A. They published all your past history to manipulate the media and the citizens of City A into attacking you," Jasson explained to Ivy. "Our assistant is taking care of it, and it should be under control soon. Please don't worry." Ivy was puzzled and asked, "Who's our assistant?" She looked at Jasson, who had transformed from his usual carefree demeanor to a serious, sharp, and watchful person. His eyes were cold and alert, especially when he gazed at the reporters. The confusion in Jasson's mind grew gradually. Ivy's gaze pressed on, denying him any breathing space. "Oh, I said the wrong thing! What are you still bothering about my mistakes at a time like this?" He exclaimed, shifting Ivy's attention. Seeing her urgent gaze soften, Jasson secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Phew, that was a close call. "Where's Mr. Luke?" Ivy, noticing the absence of Luke around, looked around anxiously. "He went back to the company to seek help from Cato Alter," Jasson explained. "In the current situation, only DT Investment Group can resolve it." As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phones of all the reporters almost simultaneously rang. They all answered at the same time. Whatever was said on the other end of the line, their faces showed simultaneous shock, looking at Ivy with eyes filled with reluctance. But soon, unexpectedly, they chose to compromise. "Yes, we'll leave now!" Almost in unison, they replied and quickly departed. Within a minute, all online news about Ivy had disappeared. She opened her social media account and tried various keywords but couldn't find any information about herself. It was as if the incident had been a mere dream. "Is this the work of DT Investment Group?" Ivy asked Jasson in confusion. He confirmed her suspicion, and she smiled before turning off her phone. Only now did Ivy fully understand the power of ‘Cato Alter, the godfather of City A's medical world.’ The power of capital. "Mr. Brown, can you help me arrange a meeting with Mr. Cato Alter?" Ivy asked. "I want to express my gratitude to him along with Shawn after he recovers." "No!" Jasson immediately refused. Please, if they meet, Shawn would tear into him, and he would definitely reciprocate! Seeing Ivy's furrowed brow, Jasson quickly explained. "What I meant was that Mr. Cato Alter is not fond of social interactions. That old man Bob Alter is always trying to trap him. In the past decade or so, Mr. Cato Alter has suffered too many losses, so he gradually stopped meeting people. Even if he has to meet someone, that person needs to surrender their phone." "I see..." Ivy murmured, and she decided not to push him further. "In that case, please thank him for me. Shawn's surgery may cause some inconvenience to his company, so please ask for his understanding." "Sure, no problem," Jasson agreed, and he chuckled, hoping to divert Ivy's attention. He then turned around to encourage the medical staff to take a break. "Everyone has worked hard. You can all go get some rest." "Mr. Brown, will they come back again?" Maya asked nervously. She had been pushed hard by the aggressive reporters earlier, and her arm still ached. "With DT Investment Group's involvement, they won't come back. Don't worry," Jasson reassured her. Hearing that, the medical staff finally relaxed and soon returned to their offices to rest. After a while, the assistant arrived breathlessly and said, "Alter Group is the mastermind behind this." Ivy lowered her gaze, her expression calm, but she muttered a curse under her breath. The Alter family just couldn't let go. "We kept Shawn's surgery discreet the entire time. Logically, a huge corporation like Alter Group wouldn't have the leisure to pay attention to the progress of a small clinic," Roland mused, puzzled. The assistant handed him a document, and after skimming through it, he suddenly realized, "There's a mole inside the clinic!" Jasson took the stack of papers and glanced at them before sneering, "And it's not just one. If Ivy's surgery on Shawn is a huge success, she'll become unbeatable in this field. Look at whose toes she's stepping on?" "Tanya Potts!" "However, DT Investment has already taken action, and it won't affect you," the assistant added to alleviate Ivy's concerns. Emma gently supported Ivy when he saw her looking exhausted. "Ivy, why don't you take a break in the office? Shawn is still in a coma, and we'll keep an eye on him. You can rest for now." Ivy was indeed tired. These past few days, working on the surgery plan while worrying had kept her up almost every night. She needed some good rest. With her mother accompanying her, Ivy returned to her office. Perhaps it was the relief of finally taking a break, but as soon as she sat on the couch, she instantly fell asleep. This nap was particularly deep, and she didn't wake up until the late evening of the following day. She looked at her mother, who had her back turned to her while scrolling through her phone. Her hands shook with each swipe. Ivy propped herself up, moved closer to her, and asked, "Mom, what are you looking at?"Seeing her awake, her mother quickly turned off her phone and said, "Ivy, don't mind these things. These news articles will lose their momentum in a few days. You can use this time to rest." Ivy didn't need to look to know what the news articles were about. They were probably rehashing her past mistakes from three years ago. It seemed that these articles were relentless, but she couldn't do anything about it. However, Ivy was still somewhat naive, as these articles remained at the top of the news feed for almost two weeks, maintaining their popularity. Then, another wave of media outlets started reporting on Ivy's achievements and praising her for her success in the field of bone surgery. They had high expectations for her accomplishments once the third surgery was successful, causing the two waves of media to clash. Ivy briefly skimmed the media outlets reporting these stories, and it became apparent that the negative articles were from media outlets affiliated with the Alter Group, while the positive ones were from media outlets linked to DT Investment. She scratched her head and found it all rather tedious. With so much money and energy, why didn't they focus on their core businesses? ***