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Who would have thought the production department manager would sell high-quality raw materials and replace them with damp, moldy ones? The proceeds, of course, went straight into his pocket.

When Daxon returned, he briefed the relevant personnel at Whitaker Medical Center. Dexter was already aware. He immediately replied to an email, instructing the warehouse staff to segregate the substandard drugs from Sunrise Pharmaceuticals for removal.

Dexter asked, "By the way, wasn't that production manager named Giles? How did you handle him?"

The mere mention angered him. Fortunately, their incoming drug quality control system prevented a potentially catastrophic market release of the defective batches. He considered someone so greed-driven and reckless to deserve nothing less than death.

Daxon stood, sent the order to destroy the drugs, and then replied, "The general manager had already addressed it by the time I arrived. Giles was dismissed and will never be rehired."

Later, he learned about Annie's situation from Aurora. With the Sunrise Pharmaceuticals matter resolved, he left to attend to it.

Dexter remained unsatisfied. "For something this serious, he wasn't held legally accountable?" He questioned Daxon's leniency.

Daxon replied nonchalantly, "Jail isn't the only way to teach someone a lesson."

News of such scandals spreads rapidly within any industry. Giles, nearing forty, had spent over a decade studying medicine and seven or eight years in the pharmaceutical industry. One act of greed nearly caused irreversible harm, effectively ending his career. No pharmaceutical company would hire him.

After dedicating half his life to this field, he'd be forced to change professions to support his family—a daunting prospect.

Dexter, a smirk now evident, silently agreed.

Daxon, taking no responsibility lightly, showed Dexter a logistics page. "This is the replacement medicine from Kellynobia. It should arrive tonight. Inform the warehouse upon arrival."

Dexter's face brightened. "You're a lifesaver." The Sunrise Pharmaceuticals issue threatened to deplete their supply. Dexter had been frantically searching for alternatives.

"Is this last-minute purchase more expensive? I'll cover the difference," Dexter offered, reaching for his phone.

Daxon gently stopped him. "It's on me. Considering the breach penalty, I'm still ahead." The contract with Sunrise Pharmaceuticals involved a substantial sum; the breach penalty would have been astronomical. Whitaker Medical Center's leniency was a significant favor to the Harrison family.

It was another weekend. Aurora and Margaret planned to visit Irene at Mereida Private Hospital.

Margaret enthusiastically waved from a distance, calling Aurora "Rory."

Aurora carried sunflowers and a fruit basket.

Margaret chattered excitedly, "I've never seen a baby before, Rory! I heard it's a boy. What do you think he looks like?" She'd told her father about the visit; he'd praised her and gifted her a yacht, which she planned to share with Aurora.

They reached the ward. A man opened the door—Giles. Seeing the two young women, he said, "Ms. Crawford, Ms. McLean, please come in."

Irene lit up at the sunflowers. "Ms. Crawford, Ms. McLean, you didn't need to bring anything. You're far too kind."

Giles arranged the flowers. Aurora recognized him from online photos as the man indirectly responsible for Sunrise Pharmaceuticals' downfall.

Margaret rushed to see the baby, giving Aurora and Giles a chance to speak.

"Ms. Crawford, thank you so much," Giles said, pouring her water. He sat awkwardly, nervously rubbing his hands.

Aurora replied, "Anyone would have helped in Mrs. Hansen's situation. I just happened to be there." She wasn't wrong; anyone witnessing a pregnant woman in pain would have acted.

In her previous life, Irene and her unborn child died due to delayed medical attention after collapsing in a secluded area.

Reflecting on their location that day, Aurora realized the lack of passersby.

Giles's usual kindness faltered. He grumbled about inconsiderate property managers. He'd always handled repairs himself to avoid bothering them, yet they'd ignored him after his downfall, even refusing to assist his pregnant wife.

Aurora, taking a sip of water, acknowledged the selfishness of people.

Irene, playing with the baby, chimed in, "Honey, don't talk about them like that. They're actually pretty decent. How do you think I got this art?"

Irene had begun packing after Sunrise Pharmaceuticals' call but learned they'd contacted the property management office to prevent assistance. A staff member eventually helped.

Irene sighed, upset. "Sunrise Pharmaceuticals went too far! They're heartless! The management wanted to help, but I refused. I thought I could manage, but halfway through…" She felt relieved things hadn't worsened.

Aurora seized the opportunity. "Giles, what are your plans?"

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