An Ingrate

Larry got James's overtones, so he glared at him with a long face.

"James, just cut to the chase!"

James held onto Kara's small hand wrapped in gauze and sneered coldly, "I sent her here to study, not to be abused!"

"Why are you injured?" Larry frowned.

"It's not a big deal, I accidentally cut myself."

Kara was surprised about what James had said.

When James said that he had something to tell Larry downstairs, she thought it would be something important. She didn't expect he would talk about her injury.

"Don't you know that the hands are very important to a painter?" James asked seriously.

Kara lowered her head.

She didn't dare to speak.

"The first class turned to be physical education. I'm really impressed by Larry's teaching method!"

Larry couldn't understand James's anger. Yesterday, when he asked Kara to clean up the small studio, she got injured.