Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 57

James was flipping through Kara's test paper to evaluate her weak points.

Kara was nervous, grasping her pen tightly. When she noticed that James frowned with a serious look, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear right away.

"Uncle James, you don't have to see my paper. I have bad grades."

She was a typical poor student!

"Which subject do you prefer, history or geography?" James asked calmly.

"History. I think history is very interesting. I can know a lot of powerful people and interesting stories." Kara replied honestly.

"Why did you choose to study Sciences?"

She had a gift for arts. The result showed that she was more adequate in studying Arts.

Sciences didn't include geography and history, but subjects like physics and chemistry, which were related to mathematics. Moreover, maths in Science was more difficult than that in Arts.

Kara looked down. When she was in high school, she did want to choose Arts subjects.

However, Sophia said that Kara would have more chance of getting admitted into a University if Kara learned Science subjects, and Sophia even asked Owen for help to distribute Kara to a Science class.

Kara had won a few prizes in art competitions before, so she was arranged in the best class by Sophia.

The subjects were difficult for her because of her poor comprehensive ability. And she was too introverted to make friends in that class. Gradually, her performance on study became even worse.

Afterward, Arya, seeing that she was not going so well, came to be her deskmate.

James found a pamphlet next to her test paper, which was about the art exam. He casually flipped through it.

"Uncle James..." Kara wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.

"You want to take the art exam?" He looked up at her and asked.

"I am not sure." Kara sighed softly. "Dad had talked about my gift in art before. He said I could be an artist. But now he passed away, I can't leave the Quain Group aside to chase my own dream."

Thinking of her dad, she was depressed.

Her Dad had made many promises to her, but he could not make them happen anymore. Now she had to fulfill them by herself.

James saw her eyes teary. He pinched her small face and consoled, "Be happy, I will help you to deal with the Quain Group's affairs. You can just do whatever you like."

Smelling the faint fragrance of peppermint on him and hearing the consoling words, Kara sniffed and did not dodge his touch.

"Uncle James, how can you help me?"

James liked to rub her shoulder-length hair gently. He smiled faintly, "There are many ways to manage the Quain Group. Don't worry about it. You can't even manage yourself well. Are you sure you can handle those foxy people in the Quain Group?"

The Quain Group was a large enterprise. David owned most of its shares, but there were also some small shareholders.

Kara, though the daughter of David, was too gentle to suppress them. Probably she would even cry in fright at their harsh words.

"But that was Dad's lifetime efforts."

"Do you believe me?"

James took a step closer and asked near her ear. His low and deep voice was gentle and attractive.

"Of course I do. You are the person who treats me best in the world." She immediately raised her small hands, as if making an oath.

"Since you believe me, then leave this matter to me. Be good. If you want to take the college entrance exam, then take it your way."

"Really? Can I?" Kara was not so sure.

College entrance examination?

She wasn't confident about it!

"Trust me. I will help you get everything you want!"

She nodded in confusion.

The next day, after arriving at the classroom, she asked Elisa about the art exam.

When Elisa heard that Kara had the same plan as hers, she excitedly told Kara everything she knew. "About the art exam, firstly, you need to find an instructor in the University that you want to apply to, and then learn from the teacher. In this way, the possibility of passing the exam will be greater.

"Kara, I wanna go to the School of Arts in University A. What about you?"