Amari stared at Mikayla and sneered. "Well, well, looks like you've got some skills after all." Mikayla's face went pale, and she looked lost. "Mr. Goodman, what did I do wrong? Please, just tell me straight." Her eyes welled with tears, making her look pitiful. Amari's voice was cold. "From now on, you are no longer my student. I don't take on ungrateful students who don't know what's good for them." Mikayla's heart trembled. She had no idea what she had done to offend him. However, if Amari, an eighth-grade master alchemist, refused to support her, her future in the Sovereign's Apothecary would be finished. She quickly bowed her head. "Mr. Goodman, I was wrong. I deserve to be punished. Please calm down. Whatever punishment you decide to dish out, I will accept it." Amari narrowed his eyes, his disgust growing. In the past, he might have thought she was a likable student who would admit fault even without knowing what she did wrong. That seemed admirable then, but now he
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