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.

in police custody, we can't

of him, no matter what it

implicate you!" "That's easier said than

is a police

if he's a criminal, he'll be in a special cell

people won't be able to get to

like a caged

doctor arrived soon after and performed a

"How's Mr.

Schmidt doing?" Carl asked.

eyes were filled with

"Has Mr.

years? And I don't mean just any medication, but strong ones?" the

pit formed in

"Well, yes, some...

"The long-term use of medication, especially

Schmidt's organs.

condition

overwhelming his

why did Mr.

throw up

emotional stress and damaged organs caused his

blood vessels, leading to acute

detailed examination at a hospital is necessary for a definitive diagnosis." Carl felt a wave of despair wash

the doctor with a wave of his

for

now." After the

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