Carl was petrified.

He immediately placed a call to cancel the meeting before helping Jameson back to his office and onto his couch.

Jameson gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The pain felt like his insides were burning.

His hands trembled as he pressed them to his burning forehead.

His vision swam in and out of darkness.

"Here, drink some water, Mr. Schmidt!" Carl knelt beside him, his eyes red with worry.

He held the glass to Jameson's lips, which were stained with blood.

"I've called your private doctor.

He's on his way as fast as he can.

Just hang in there..." Jameson raised a hand and slapped the glass away.

In a gruff voice, he rasped, "All these years...

Nicholas has done a lot of dirty work for me.

He has always been meticulous, handling everything cleanly.

How could he leave evidence, let alone a video?" "Anyone who plays with fire gets burned eventually," Carl said through gritted teeth.

"Even Chief Novak, with all his skills, isn't infallible.

custody, we can't let him

get rid of him,

let this implicate you!" "That's easier said

a police commissioner, not some

a criminal, he'll be in a special cell

be able to get to him." Carl's face contorted in

paced like a caged

arrived soon after and performed a basic

"How's Mr.

Schmidt doing?" Carl asked.

eyes were

"Has Mr.

these years? And I don't

pit formed in Carl's

"Well, yes, some...

really?" "The long-term use of medication, especially

Schmidt's organs.

his condition in the recent hospitalization has made

overwhelming his

why did Mr.

throw up

caused his stomach

enzymes damaged his blood vessels, leading

is necessary for a definitive diagnosis."

the doctor with a

for your

the doctor left,

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