The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Anticipating relief, Bruce was dismayed to find the ice cubes utterly ineffective. The agonizing pain and severe swelling persisted unabated.

His face contorted in anguish, Bruce, once a formidable warden, now crumpled to the ground, resembling a little girl soiling her skirt and weeping in a muddy puddle.

Concerned, Camilla queried, “Mr. Warden, is it any better?”

Bruce shook his head between sobs, despairingly admitting, “Help me think of something. I can’t endure this. It’s too much…”

Flustered, Camilla stammered, “I can’t think of anything…”

Then, she suggested, “What if I call 911 for help? Should I?”

“No!” Bruce blurted, realizing the consequences. “Calling 911 would ruin all of us!”

Bruce comprehended the peril of being in a federal prison, with the Rothschild family connections. A scandal tonight could ruin his career and relationships.

Enduring the torment, he pleaded, “Go to my pocket, get my phone. I need to make a call, find someone to help.”

Relieved at the thought of assistance, Camilla hurriedly retrieved Bruce’s phone.

Bruce’s call for help wasn’t directed at Jagoan, the recent acquaintance, but at a friend, a physician at a nearby hospital.

Impatiently, Bruce exclaimed, “Mark, where are you?”

A middle-aged voice responded, “On duty at the hospital. What’s wrong?”

revealed, “I’m in trouble. You might be the only one

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce, are

“Worse. It’s a life-threatening situation,

the gravity, offered, “Where are you?

“Prepare a private treatment room. No

but courageously disclosed, “It’s my little brother… It’s at least two or three times bigger than usual. I feel like it’s about to burst and I��m going

Mark exclaimed, “Did you take any

just swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s on

the hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If

palpable as he stammered, “I…I’ll be there right away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency

you… I’m afraid you can’t

in his heart. The awkward

inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about I get

without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly, fetch

two Miss Universes, donned in sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a

pain showed no mercy, each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of the situation,

behind the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car,

minutes later, the car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close

Mark hurriedly approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark questioned, “Bruce, are

on the brink, retorted, “Mark, it’s not April Fool’s Day. I don’t have the energy for

Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He inquired, “Bruce, is this

exclaimed, “Mark, I’m not here for jokes! Do

injections, reassured, “I’ll administer relief drugs first. Then,