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 who can help

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce, are

It’s a life-threatening situation, and you’re my last

the gravity, offered, “Where are you?

be ill-equipped, Bruce insisted, “Prepare a private treatment room. No other doctor should touch me. I’ll

at least two or three

exclaimed, “Did you take any

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

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

aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice, “Quickly, help me

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

sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward posture made wearing pants impossible

suggested, “Warden, how about I get you

without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly, fetch it

sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a

akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet,

of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated toward Manhattan

halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close

car approaching, Mark hurriedly approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up

Fool’s Day. I don’t have the energy for pranks. For God’s sake, get me to

assisted Bruce Weinstein out of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He

I’m not here

relief drugs first. Then,

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