"Continue the observation, if he doesn't improve, I'm sure everyone knows what to do." He answered the phone, his face darkening after continuing the conversation for some time, and after hanging up, he explained to Isaque. "Sir, the boy from earlier has been diagnosed with encephalomeningitis and I don't think he will recover."
"Really? What sad news," Isaque commented lightly.
"Yes, it's really very sad!" Enrico agreed, but he was only sad about the resources wasted to raise this seed, and Enrico exploded again, thinking about how the boy's reluctance to tell the truth caused the loss of a good seed. "We can't keep this child any longer! He could relapse even if he recovers; we should just..." Enrico made a throat-clearing gesture.
"Do you always get rid of these ruined seeds so quickly?" Isaque lowered his eyes so as not to show Enrico the anger in them, and Enrico nodded arrogantly.
"Of course we don't have time to take care of all these children. If they are no longer useful to u
