"Damn it!"
Lucas Walker swore again as he watched Ivana Bennett curl her hand into a semi-fist once more.
Ever since he saw her that day, he had lost count of how many times he had cursed.
This was completely unlike the usual Lucas Walker.
The old butler saw Lucas Walker's distress, smiled a little, and gently reminded, "Sir, you can hold her fingers, and when you clean them, be gentle."
Taking a deep breath, Lucas Walker did as he was told.
At first, Ivana Bennett was uncooperative. Later, Lucas Walker tried to adjust his strength, making his actions as gentle as possible.
Eventually, Ivana Bennett's clenched fingers slowly unfurled.
Only then did Lucas Walker pick up the swab again and carefully helped her to clean it.
Initially, Lucas Walker's movements were stiff and clumsy, but this didn't last long.
Gradually, he found his way around it. Although he was not proficient, it at least looked decent.
