The woman held the bottle, her eyes brimming with excitement, but soon concealed her emotions skillfully.

Opening the bottle gently, she poured the Reverse Pill onto her palm. Seeing this forced Elton to suppress a cry of distress.

The precious creation, acquired at the cost of nearly six hundred million, teetered on the edge of loss, threatened by the woman's careless actions.

Intriguingly, she held the Reverse Pill in her hand, drawing close to it, meticulously observing and inhaling its essence.

Finally, she turned to Mrs. Jenkins, her expression one of approval.

“The Reverse Pill exudes excellence."

“Great!" Relief washed over Mrs. Jenkins as she took a deep breath. The woman's on-site validation provided the final validation, dissolving any Lingering doubts within Mrs. Jenkins’ mind.

Elton's elaborate explanation had seemingly slipped through her consciousness, akin to whispers carried away by the wind.

Flushed with shame, Elton felt the sting of a final humiliation. Everyone else, too, found themselves curious, their gaze fixated upon the unfolding scene.

"You... Pray tell, who might you be?” Elton dared to challenge the woman, unable to bear Mrs. Jenkins’ apparent disregard for him, all while attempting to mask his wounded pride.

The woman cast him a disinterested glance, her silence serving as an answer. Instead, she adopted a tone tinged with near sarcasm as she spoke.

“Are you not but a fledgling pill alchemist, in the third grade?"

“What's wrong with being in the third grade?! Huh?"

Elton's face reddened with indignation.

The fiery exchange only deepened his embarrassment, for how could this youthful woman dismiss him so casually? "Mrs. Jenkins, I want her to apologize to me right now!"

Elton was a very powerful figure in the Jenkins household; even Mrs Jenkins would never have dared to insult him.

A crowd assembled. Everyone, except for Maria, stared at the lady as if she were about to be humiliated by Elton.

However, Mrs. Jenkins intervened, her words landing like a blow to Elton's already wounded pride.

“Mr. Acosta, restrain your anger. Her words hold truth. You are indeed only a third-grade alchemist!"

The public humiliation stung Elton, every syllable an insult etching itself upon his wounded soul.

Only a third-grade alchemist?

She was such an insult-slinger!

Certainly, given the treatment Elton received from the Jenkins family, his third-grade talent proved Lamentably low. However, since the Jenkins family required his services, there was no need to voice such realities.

Unless, of course, Mrs. Jenkins no Longer desired his presence “Humph!