After the Priest said those words, he already got into his car, a modest vehicle that cost tens of thousands of dollars, and then drove away.
Irvin Sharman paused for a moment but decided to follow and see for himself.
Once the car had left, he clenched the steering wheel of his own "shit-yellow colored" car and followed behind the Priest.
The Priest didn't go anywhere else but drove towards a nearby small village, eventually parking his car by the side of the road next to a row of small bungalows.
The boy who got out of the car was no longer wearing the Priest's garb; instead, he had changed into casual clothes.
While he was dressed as a Priest, Irvin Sharman still couldn't bring himself to acknowledge him.
But after the change of clothes, he was certain, this was the waiter from back then.
The boy seemed not to have changed at all over the years; his face was still young, and when he smiled, he still looked as innocent as ever.
