Chapter 156: Grandfather's Identity

Jase saw Juliana still lost in thought, and pulled her skirt to make her kneel down with him. Juliana's tender knees hit the cold, hard floor, causing her to wince in pain and furrow her brow. "It's all my fault, old Mr. Edwards. Please forgive us for the sake of my master's master," Jase said. Layne snorted as he stuffed his hands into his pockets like a sulking elementary school student. "I'm just a country bumpkin who can't even read or write. I don't deserve your apologies." Hearing the sarcasm in old Mr. Edwards' words, Jonathan couldn't help but cast a mournful glance at Jase. He angrily muttered under his breath so only Jase could hear him, "Are you guys out of your minds? How dare you call old Mr. Edwards a country bumpkin!" Jase hung his head guiltily; he had no idea that his own niece would dare speak so arrogantly! Who was old Mr. Edwards? He was someone whom even Jase's master's master greatly admired and respected for his mastery of traditional painting - one pain