Uncle's Love: My Sweet Little Wife novel Chapter 68

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 large 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, took out her phone, and bought a bunch of things online.

Frankie looked at the clean and bright studio and couldn't help but sigh, "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 into 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 work. He frowned unhappily when he saw that Kara was like a dirty kitten.

He walked up to her. When he found bloodstains on her little hand, his face turned gloomy.

"Why are you injured?"

Kara turned around and saw him. She happily ran to him. "Uncle James, I cleaned up this studio."

"I'm asking 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.