Of course, Count Albrecht, the head of the pharmaceutical company, denied that 'Morel' was the cause.
But as the number of noble patients increased each day, the palace apothecaries began to investigate the medicine, and soon discovered that one of the herbs used in Morel was the cause of the problem.
Instead of the essential herbs that should have been used, weeds were used.
Those were the seeds that Fernand had brought two years ago.
***
The seeds that Fernand had brought to replace the herbs that had disappeared in the fire at the laboratory were not in sufficient quantity to be distributed in large quantities immediately.
Therefore, rather than using the seeds right away, the Count chose to cultivate them sufficiently for reserve.
The Albrecht Pharmaceutical Company underwent a two-year cultivation process.
If the Count's pharmaceutical company had been running normally, the pharmacists would have naturally noticed that there was something strange about the seeds during the process.
The problem was that the seeds began to show differences about six months after cultivation began. It was also the point when the Count's family began to falter in earnest, and the pharmaceutical company began to run abnormally.
Odette's death, the rekindling of Fernand's immunity issue, the divorce trial with Sasha, and the near bombing of public opinion.
The Count's funds began to dry up at an alarming rate.
The decision the Count made to survive that period was to 'cut costs'. Among them, he specifically ordered a cut in labor costs.
After that, they started cutting out the highest-paid pharmacists in the pharmaceutical company's research labs.
They took away the positions that were occupied by older or more experienced pharmacists and replaced them with younger, cheaper pharmacists.
That was the cause.
No matter how talented the young pharmacists were, distinguishing between such similar herbs required long-term practical experience or years of experience.
That meant that the number of people who could immediately detect the difference had decreased significantly.
Besides, wasn't the seed something that the Count himself had sent down, saying, "This is a precious seed, so manage it strictly?"
Even if they had discovered it, it would have been difficult for a new employee who had just joined and had no experience to openly raise suspicions.
The mass layoffs at Albrecht Pharmaceuticals also played a part.
The company kicked out the old pharmacists who were struggling on the floor, saying, "If you cut us off right away without even giving us a grace period, we will starve to death."
All the employees and pharmacists saw with their own eyes the way they were treated in an insulting manner. This created an atmosphere where they had to remain silent about company affairs.
No matter how capable you are, no matter how long you've been dedicated to the company... It's such a ruthless company when it comes to parting ways.
The resulting shock caused all the pharmacists to think only about preserving their positions.
Because of this, problematic drugs began to be distributed one after another, and eventually, one of the people who took them died.
However, it was actually just a coincidence that he died. He died at the same time in the last life when he had not taken the wrong medicine.
But there was no way for the Count to know that fact.
"This useless guy!"
The Count grumbled and punched Fernand in the face. The sound echoed throughout Fernand's room.
"How can you not do anything right! You don't even check the seeds properly?!"
Fernand, who had been in prison the whole time, couldn't do anything fun even on the festival day.
He was already feeling irritated from withdrawal symptoms from being locked in his room. He even got beaten up because he brought up old things.
Fernand was instantly overcome with rage.
"What are you saying, you didn't check? I checked everything so thoroughly!"
"Is this the result of a proper check? I already knew that you're not very good. Is this the only way you can handle something like this?"
Fernand was aggrieved. He checked the herb guide several times. The seeds were definitely identical.
In addition, the farmer he visited at the time was a farmer who was famous among the research institute staff. He was famous for handling only expensive seeds.
How can you be suspicious when the lab staff all unanimously recommend the same farmer?
'More than anything... Is this really my fault?'
You paid a lot of money for the wrong seeds. If you blame yourself for that, then that's fine. Isn't that the core problem the Count is facing now?
The core problem was that they had sold the wrong medicine to the central aristocracy. The problem was that since these people were all noble and expensive, they would need astronomical compensation.
'It's not my fault, it's my father's fault!'
Although he had obtained the wrong seeds, he never ordered them to be mixed with medicine and distributed. In the end, the ultimate cause of the problem was his father, Count Albrecht.
'But why are you blaming me for that? Isn't that completely shifting the blame?'
The Count punched him quite hard. Fernand's cheek swelled because he was a Transcendent being, and his bones were stronger than those of other people. That means he hit him with sincerity.
Fernand, who grew up preciously, had never been hit by anyone.
Moreover, he could not even imagine being treated so humiliatingly like this.
Fernand glared at his father with angry eyes. A heavy, grumbling breath escaped him.
The Count couldn't help but see someone superimposed on that face.
'Those poisonous eyes. They're just like his mother's.'
Fernand's copper-colored eyes were just like Sasha's.
It was the color of Sasha's eyes, and also the color of Shylock's eyes. It seemed like the disgusting bloodline that had been tormenting the Count was continuing.
The Count, enraged by this, clenched his fist once again, just in time to strike Fernand's snake-like face that was glaring at him.
Fernand grabbed the Count's hand by the chin.
"Let go."
"I don't like it. Isn't it shameful to blame your children for their parents' mistakes?"
Fernand, who had said so, swung his fist at the Count's face.
Pow.
A completely different sound from when the Count struck echoed through Fernand's room.
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