What did Mrs. Jenkins mean by saying Barbara had endured so much hardship over time?

She studied at an esteemed academy, not in some destitute slum. How could she have suffered?

What other kind of Luxurious treatment awaited Barbara?!

Doris seemed to think of something and inquired, “Mrs. Jenkins, how should we arrange Miss Barbara's abode? The prestigious Zenith Pavilion has already been given to Miss Vivian..."

Vivian was startled. Was Barbara about to contend with her for the Zenith Pavilion?

But before Mrs. Jenkins could respond, Barbara smiled and spoke up “I've finally come to my grandmother’s home after years of separation. So, I'll stay with her."

"Well, you are indeed a filial child." Mrs. Jenkins nodded, pleased. Vivian finally breathed a sigh of relief, though envy still tinged her emotions.

Within the extensive Jenkins family, who had ever shared a dwelling with Mrs. Jenkins? Such a notion had never crossed her mind!

"Well... Mrs. Jenkins..."

Finally, Elton, who had been standing awkwardly by their side, mustered the courage to interject.

“What is it? Anything else, Mr. Acosta?" Mrs. Jenkins cast a discerning gaze upon him.

"I believe it would be best if I stayed," Elton said, his tone tinged with awkwardness. "Not only am I a pill alchemist of the Jenkins family, but I am also Vivian's teacher. If I were to leave, it might not bode well for my apprentice."

Vivian never expected that she would be the reason for Elton's decision to stay.

Mrs. Jenkins chuckled and responded, "Mr. Acosta, since you willingly choose to remain, of course, I agree. However, once Barbara's talent type changes, she will be regarded as a grade four pill alchemist. I'm afraid that your treatment here will..."

Elton hurriedly interjected, “I understand.

I'm willing to take a pay cut!"

Maria reclined lazily in the Lemna Yard, settling into the chair.

Her initial intention was to indulge in a peaceful slumber upon their return from the auction house.

However, as she positioned herself at the outskirts of the gathering, her drowsiness dissipated at the sight of that remarkable young woman named Barbara, whose talents shone brightly. Maria's somnolence gave way to an unexpected fluttering in her chest.

“Ah... How rare for my heart to quicken its pace so," she murmured softly.

Her hand instinctively went to her chest, where she felt a robust and vibrant heartbeat pulsing beneath her fingertips.

At that very moment, her mobile phone chimed, interrupting her reverie. It was Anthony, calling through a video connection.

When Maria answered, the screen revealed Anthony seated in what appeared to be the CEO's office.

Jack busied himself preparing coffee in the background.