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?”

trouble. You might be the only one

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce, are you

life-threatening situation, and

“Where are you? I’ll

private treatment

preparations. Bruce hesitated but courageously disclosed, “It’s my little brother… It’s at least two or three

shit!” Mark exclaimed, “Did

suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s

“Hurry to the hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If it’s as bad as you say, time

away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with

evident, unconsciously uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid you can’t put on

in his heart. The awkward posture made wearing pants impossible unless he

Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about I get

Weinstein agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly,

later, two Miss Universes, donned in sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio hurriedly made

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

garage, Camilla, behind the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated

later, the car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce

Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark questioned, “Bruce, are you sure

“Mark, it’s not April Fool’s Day. I don’t have the energy for pranks. For God’s sake,

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

exclaimed, “Mark, I’m not

reassured, “I’ll administer relief drugs first. Then, we’ll perform an angiogram to

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