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?”

urgently revealed, “I’m in trouble. You might be

inquired, “Bruce, are

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

the gravity, offered, “Where are you?

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

hesitated 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

exclaimed, “Did you take

Bruce insisted, “It just swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s on the

room. If it’s as bad as you

the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and

uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid you

his heart. The awkward posture made wearing pants impossible

inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how

hesitation, urging,

sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily

each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood

garage, Camilla, behind the wheel of Bruce

entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close

Bruce Weinstein’s car approaching, Mark hurriedly approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark questioned, “Bruce,

it’s not April Fool’s Day. I don’t have the

car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark

exasperated, exclaimed, “Mark, I’m not here for

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

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