“What the…” The crowd reacted in shock and confusion.
Although test subjects sometimes died, it was highly unusual that none would survive. Besides, they had been fine for the past few days, so everyone wondered how the mice could have died so suddenly.
“I’m sure you all know these mice had been drinking the herbal medicine I made, so I have to take responsibility for their deaths,” Lily said.
Dashiell nearly burst out laughing. “So you admit there’s a problem with your so-called medicine, right?”
“No. On the contrary, there’s nothing wrong with my medicine,” Lily turned around as she spoke, very sure of it.
Dashiell scoffed. “We are witnessing a 100% death rate now! Yet you still claim your medicine is fine? You’re not saying the problem lies with the mice, right?”
Lily only smiled at his remark. “That’s right. There’s something wrong with these mice.”
“What the hell?” The others looked as if she had said something ridiculous.
“Someone did something to the mice, and that’s why they died.” She glanced around—no mice had survived indeed.
“You’re being ridiculous!” Dashiell chuckled coldly and took two steps forward.
Since Dr. Blanc did not try to stop him, and Dashiell saw the others waiting for him to finish what he was saying, he continued, “We all know the higher-ups had given us the lab mice. How come other mice are fine, and only yours died? What’s so special about your mice?”
Then he pretentiously asked the others, “Hey, have your mice died? What about yours? I know mine are fine!”
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