"It's okay," knowing what she was worried about, George Summer smiled, comforting her, "Recently you have been helping grandfather actively do physical therapy, he doesn't need to use a crutch anymore, right?"
Tara Summer was still frowning, "Well, it's true that grandfather's leg is better, but the dinner party won't be short, I'm afraid he can't handle it..."
"Grandfather just said, he must go to this charity dinner, if he can't manage, he will leave early according to his physical condition."
"You asked him already?"
"Yes, before I came to your room." George Summer explained, "Actually, grandfather is so old, I can completely represent him to attend, but his peers, the other entrepreneurs, are all going, you know grandfather's personality, how could he admit to being old? So..."