She then muttered, "Why do you love to hold a walking stick and act impulsively just like Old Sir at our house?"
"Seems like I didn't hit hard enough." James Carter responded faintly, then leaned on the table and got up.
"Mr. Carter, don't bother with him anymore." Jane Sampson hastily walked over to stand by James Carter, genuinely worried he might not keep his balance, but she dared not directly support him.
"Mr. Carter, it's cold, you might catch a cold with wet socks. Take them off and let them dry in the sunny part of the courtyard, there's sun this afternoon, they will dry up, by the time we leave they will be wearable. Besides, there's heating in the studio and you'll be in your slippers, it's okay without socks." Jane Sampson quickly advised.
Jane Sampson knew that due to the condition of his leg, even though he exercises regularly, his body was still not like that of ordinary people.
