On the other side, after packing her bags, Ivy took the high-speed train to City S. Emma initially wanted to drive her to City S, but Ivy declined. First, she wasn't so weak, and second, the two cities were not that far apart. The high-speed train only took 15 minutes. So, Ivy soon arrived at the City S high-speed train station, where she stood in the passenger drop-off area, preparing to take a taxi to the Mary Hospital City S Branch. Unexpectedly, she noticed an elderly man using a crutch. The elderly man stood alone in an empty corner, his gaze fixed ahead, occasionally looking around, and frequently checking his watch with a very anxious expression. Ivy thought for a moment, then approached him and offered her assistance. "Sir, are you waiting for someone?" Andy turned his head upon hearing this, observing Ivy and constantly comparing her with his wife and daughter who had run away from home. Yes, there was a faint resemblance in her features. "Sir?" "Yes," Andy snapped back to reality. "I had arranged with my driver to pick me up here, but half an hour has passed, and he hasn't shown up. He's not answering his phone, and I don't know if something happened." "Is his phone turned off?" "It shouldn't be. When I called him earlier, it was still on. Maybe something on the way is delaying him." Ivy looked around and noticed that rain was about to fall. The elderly man, with only a crutch, didn't seem to have brought anything else. "Do you have his chat contact? If you don't mind, I can take you to my place to wait for him to finish his work and come to pick you up. How about that?" Andy pretended to look at her with a wary expression, as if he was afraid she might be a scammer. Ivy smiled and took out her doctor's license. "Sir, you can look me up online if you'd like." Andy tried hard to maintain a thoughtful expression, but in the end, he nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll trouble you then." "Not a problem," Ivy replied with a light smile as she put her license away. The elderly man's uncomfortable legs reminded her of Shawn. Maybe it was because she had lived with Shawn for so long and had seen too many inconveniences in his life. She couldn't help but imagine the old man standing here with various inconveniences. She had changed. She had become indecisive and easily swayed. "Shall we take a taxi?" Andy's voice brought Ivy's attention back, and she nodded. "Yes, please follow me." So, half an hour later, Ivy brought Andy to the Mary Hospital City S Branch. From a distance, Erica saw Ivy bringing an elderly man who had difficulty walking. She was both surprised and dismayed. "Dr. Jones, we can't just recruit clinical personnel off the street!" "What?!" Andy happened to hear this and was shocked. "Are you deceiving me into coming here for your human experiments?" Ivy was about to explain, but Erica, in a state of shock, roared, "What? Dr. Jones, is this specimen you brought here by deceit?" “No! This elderly gentleman I met at the high-speed rail station, was waiting for someone to pick him up, but they didn't show up. I saw that it was about to rain, and I was concerned that he might get wet, so I brought him here." Ivy explained carefully, which helped ease the guard of the people present. Andy looked at Ivy admiringly as she handled the situation calmly and confidently. Since his return, he had been watching her actions and how she handled things, and he was impressed with her emotional stability. She reminded him of his own demeanor from years ago. With these thoughts in mind, Andy's impression of her improved even more. Just as Ivy was about to ask for the elderly man's name, she had a strange feeling that she had heard the name Andy before. But at that moment, it didn't seem important. She helped Andy into the hospital. Once they were inside, Ivy asked, "Sir, you must be hungry. I ordered some delicious takeaway for you, and it'll arrive in ten minutes. Let's go to the lounge to rest for a bit. You can have something to eat while we wait for your ride." Andy trusted her to make the arrangements. After they settled in the lounge, he looked at her with a meaningful expression and said, "Thank you, Dr. Jones." He couldn't help but notice that Ivy was a kind and emotionally stable doctor, quite unlike the person who had caused trouble three years ago. "Sir, your takeaway is here. I'll go get it for you," Ivy said, heading to collect the food. At that moment, Professor Watson and a white-coated doctor entered the room. They were discussing the follow-up plans and hospital examination procedures in English. When they saw Andy, they both paused for a moment, surprised. Professor Watson turned to his assistant, ready to explain, but the doctor who had just spoken to Andy walked confidently over to him. "Chairman Livingston, what brings you here?" she asked. Andy smiled and replied, "I have something important to verify here. When did you come to City S, Dr. Dame?" The doctor, who was also the head of Mary Hospital's City S branch, had contacted Andy a few days ago when discussing the establishment of the branch in City S. Andy admired her, and following the meeting, he had promised to invest in the hospital, making H Capital the second-largest shareholder, right after DT Investment, in what was essentially the preliminary exploration of a collaboration between DT Investment and H Capital. "I should have sent someone to pick you up," she said. "Let me introduce you formally. This is Mr. Andy Livingston, the major shareholder of our Mary Hospital's City S branch and the Chairman and founder of H Capital." As she introduced them, Andy noticed that Ivy had tightened her grip on the takeaway she was holding. H Capital... Andy Livingston... No wonder the name sounded so familiar. His cover was blown, and his legs and backache vanished. He walked up to Ivy and took the takeaway from her, his eyes soft and gentle as he looked at the boxes of nutrition-packed, nourishing food she had ordered. "These are all for me?" he asked Ivy, a smile on his face. Ivy snapped out of her surprise and said, "If you like them." "Is there something urgent that brought you here, Mr. Livingston?" Dr. Dame asked, puzzled. Andy never visited in person, as he usually had his assistants handle everything. It was unusual for him to make the trip himself. Andy nodded and said, "Indeed, there's something important I need to confirm here. I'm sorry, but can I ask you to leave for now? I need to have a private conversation with Dr. Jones."The group exchanged surprised glances, but the hospital director nodded and said, "Of course, no problem. We'll contact you later." So, the hospital director, Professor Watson, and Dr. Dame left the room. Ivy felt strange about the situation. She had never met Andy before, and she was confident that he had never heard of her until today. Why did he need a private conversation with her? Lost in thought, Ivy began to feel a bit awkward. During her contemplation, Andy had already taken a seat. He waved his hand, beckoning her to come closer. "Dr. Jones, please come here." Ivy walked a few steps closer and asked, "Mr. Livingston, what brings you here?" Andy opened the takeaway she had ordered for him. Although he never ate takeout, the thought that his granddaughter had ordered it for him made him quite happy. "Are you and your mother doing well all these years?" Andy asked. Ivy hesitated. For a moment, she considered refusing to answer, as she felt that Andy was prying into her personal life. But when she saw the hopeful yet hurt look in his eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say no. "My mom is doing well, but my grandma... she passed away when I was very young." "What?" Andy dropped the cup he was holding, and it shattered on the floor. ***