Andrew said, "The two of you already have a solid foundation. This tonic won't do much for you. That's why I've prepared something different—pills, specifically made for you."

The moment they heard the word pills, Natasha and Dylan's faces lit up with excitement. They watched eagerly, waiting for Andrew to take them out.

However, instead of moving, Andrew simply looked at them and said coldly, "All medicine carries poison to some degree. And pills—especially high-grade ones—are the most dangerous of them all."

He continued, "For an ordinary person, swallowing a single high-grade pill could make their blood boil and explode within hours. The reason is simple—these pills contain an overwhelming amount of energy. So don't assume that just because a pill is rare and powerful, it's automatically good for you."

Natasha frowned. "Darling, are you saying the ones you made for us are high-grade pills?"

Andrew pulled out a small box and placed it on the table. His voice remained indiff