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Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife

Chapter 68 Don't Shove Him

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On the first day of class, Kara was assigned to clean a studio. There was a small studio on the second floor. It was filled with easels and debris. When Kara entered into it, her mind went blank. "If you can't clean it up today, don't leave!" Master Larry said coldly as he stood outside. Kara swallowed hard, with her forehead covered in sweat. "I will clean it as soon as possible. She never did housework before. Now she ran back and forth, doing cleaning and dumping wastes. One of the students stepped forward in an attempt to help her but was stopped by Larry. "Do you finish your own thing? You still have time to care about others' business," Master Larry asked coldly. Noticing Master Larry treated Kara specially, people didn't dare to make trouble so they immediately turned away. Kara stood confusedly. After meeting Master Larry's sharp gaze, she ran upstairs hurriedly. "Little girl!" Master Larry snorted coldly. She had cleaned up more than half of the studio, and there were still some large easels that she couldn't lift. Kara paced around worriedly. "Drink some water first. It was the middle-aged man who brought her to the studio and guided her to see Master Larry. He handed over a glass of water. "Thank you," Kara said gratefully. She was really thirsty. After drinking the water, she wiped her face with her sleeves. The dirt on her sleeves stained her face, making her look like a dirty kitten. "I am Frankie Smith, the manager of this place and the curator of the painting hall. What's your name?". "My name is Kara. Hello, Uncle Frankie. " She said politely. "Veronica is your mother?" Frankie was surprised. Veronica was his classmate and now her daughter was at this age. Frankie sigh inwardly. "Yes, you know my mother?". Kara was puzzled. After thinking for a while, she said, "My mother was also a student of Master Larry. However. Kara bit her lips when she thought of her mother. She felt depressed and her eyes unconsciously turned red. Frankie saw it and sighed. He took out a wet tissue and handed it to her. "I have attended your mother's funeral. " Frankie also felt a little sad and then walked into the studio to help her. "Do you know why your teacher asked you to clean this studio alone?". Kara shook her head and stared at him with wide eyes. "He said that you are going to enter into University A so this classroom will be yours," Frankie explained. "Really? Here?"

When Kara imagined having classes in this room, her eyes shone brightly, like bright stars. She was cheered up and quickly cleaned out the larg e objects in the room. The wallpaper had peeled off, so she ran out to buy new ones and pasted them on the wall. She looked around, to ok out her phone, and bough t a bunch of things online. Frankie looked at the clean and b right studio and couldn't help but sig h, "This room belonged to your mother. Kara opened her eyes wide. She was surprised that she would actually use the same studio with her mother. "Then I will definitely enter in to the University!" . "I believed in you!" . Frankie looked at the little girl who clenched her fists in her chest in high spirits and laughed. James came to pick Kara after w ork. He frowned unhappily when he sa w that Kara was like a dirty kitten. He walked up to her. When he found bloodstains on her litt le hand, his face turned gloomy. "Why are you injured?" . Kara turned around and saw h im. She happily ran to him. "Uncle James, I cleaned up this studio. "I'm aski ng you why you are injured. James grasped her hand with a sullen face. There were scratches on the back of her hand and her skin was wrinkled because her fingers were put in the water for too long time. "When did I cut my finger?" . Kara looked down and found the cuts on t he back of her hand. 'I must accidentally cut myself during the cleaning-up. ' She thought. James looked at her puzzled expressio n and turned gloomier. "You're injured. H ow could you let your h and touch water? Silly!" . Kara was frightened by his fre ezing voice and looked at him timidl y. She wanted to pull her hand back. "Uncle James , I'm fine. They'r e minor injuries. "Small in juries can also get infected!" . James didn't want to say anymore but forc efully pulled her away. "Uncle James, I'm okay. I haven't tid ied up the studio yet. I can't leave. " Kar a struggled as she was pulled into the car. "Be quiet!" James was irritat ed and commanded. Kara was intimidated by him. She pressed her lips and sat down beside him quietly. James wore a serious face and asked the drive r to find a pharmacy. The driver was also frighten ed. He started the car as soon as he got the order. The car pulled beside the nearest private clinic and James took her inside. The private clinic was small

Ther e were only a doctor and a nurse. The do ctor was chatting with a female patient. After finding there were only a few minor cuts on the back of Kara's hand, the doctor casually prescribed a bottle of potion, asking her to apply it on her hand. "Just this?" . Noticing his casual at titude, James knitted his e yebrows and became serious. "Yes, it's not a serious injury. Wipe some disi nfectant and don't touch the water," The doctor answe red and turned to chat with the female patient again. James gritted his teeth and pulled Kara to sit down. He placed K ara's small hand on his leg and gently wiped the wound with disinfect ant. Kara frowned and endured, with her nose covered in a cold sweat. "Now you know it hurts!" . "I wa s wrong, Un cle James. She p outed in g rievances. There were only a few scratches on her hands but her hands were white bec ause staying in the water for too long. She felt a burn ing on her hand and bit her lips in pain. Jame s let out a snort. Will had warned him that Kara was ext remely weak. She could not get injured aga in. Even a fever might take her life away. James stared painfully at the cleaned cut, wor ried that it would be infected. He got up and asked the doctor to give him some medicine for bandages. The doctor grew fret ful, took out two bandage s, and threw them at him. James looked at the band-aid that fel l to the ground. His expression was gloomy and cold, and his cold eyes were sinister. "I'm asking fo r some medicine. Are you deaf? A quack!" . Being called a quack, the doctor was immediately enraged and reached out to push James. "What are you tal king about!" . Kara saw the doctor was about to push Ja mes. She stood up nervously and ran in front of James like a little beast protecting food. "Go a way! Don't shove him!" . Even Kara looked aggressive , but she was just a little girl. The doctor sneered disdainfully. "He needs to learn t o shut up. If he apologize s to me, I'll let him go. When James heard that thi s man wanted him to apologize, he revealed a sarcastic smile. He could beat him down with one hand. But he didn't both er to do it! . "My Uncle James is right. You're a quack!" . Kara saw when the doctor was chatt ing with the female patient, his eyes w ere fixed on the female patient's chest. Uncle James had been trying to speak with him nicely but he retorted impatientl y. It was he who should be taught a lesson. Ka ra was annoyed