Yolanda Greenwood looked to Cooper Coldson for help but saw him reluctantly nod in agreement.
Out of options, Yolanda stretched out her hand. "Grandpa, it's really okay now, it'll be better soon."
Old Master Coldson's hand was very thin, the bones clearly visible, and while the back of his hand was covered with age spots, his palm was exceptionally warm.
He gently touched Yolanda's fingers and then, with concern, lifted his head. "Child, with your hand injured like this, will you still be able to paint?"
Yolanda's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly cast her eyes down and lied with a smile, "Yes, I can, in a few days."
Old Master Coldson turned to Cooper. "You tell me."
"If she doesn't cooperate with the treatment, she'll never be able to paint with her right hand again," Cooper explained calmly.
"Cooper!" Yolanda glared at him angrily, then quickly checked Old Master Coldson's reaction, seeing him looking utterly lost.