With that, Robert led the way with his skateboard.

The teacher stepped out of the pavilion, limping.

"You are a cripple?" The bodyguard was a straightforward man and questioned curiously.

The teacher had never seen anyone so insensitive and was utterly shocked. However, since he was the bodyguard of the Foster family, she dared not lose her temper.

"I just twisted my ankle. I'm not a cripple."

"How professional. You are still working even though you twisted your ankle," the bodyguard exclaimed.

She was not sure if she wanted to burst out crying or laughing. "You've misunderstood. I twisted my ankle on my way here this morning."

"Oh..." Once he had learned what had happened, he grabbed the teacher's arm and threw it across his shoulder so that her weight was mostly on him.

She panicked and gaped. Her jaw dropped, but no words came out. Walking felt slightly uncomfortable after she had twisted her ankle, but she had expected the bodyguard would at least ask before actually touchi