"Me?" Nathan raised his eyelids, glanced at the members of the Watson family, and said calmly, "I'm a teacher; I mentioned this before."
'A teacher?' They all frowned. Nathan had said this before, but who could believe such a thing?
"That just can't be." Gerald looked troubled. "Can you tell me why those big shots call you Master Williams?"
"I taught them knowledge and skills and solved a few problems for them," Nathan felt too tired to say anything more. He added, "All my disciples have now left. I don't know when they'll be back in Wesover City, so, Mr. Watson, if you're planning on using them to climb the ladder, I suggest you put such ideas aside."
With that, Nathan took Andrea's hand and left the church, returning to Beverly Hill.
"Grandpa, is he telling the truth?"
