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

get rid of him, no

won't let this implicate you!" "That's easier said

is a police

a criminal, he'll be

to get to him." Carl's face

like a

soon after

"How's Mr.

Schmidt doing?" Carl asked.

were

"Has Mr.

I don't mean just any medication, but strong ones?" the doctor asked

pit formed

"Well, yes, some...

"The long-term use of medication, especially strong ones, has taken

Schmidt's organs.

his condition in the recent

is overwhelming

why did Mr.

throw up

his stomach to an overproduction

his blood vessels, leading to acute

more detailed examination at a hospital is necessary for a definitive diagnosis."

with a wave

for your

leave now." After the doctor left,

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