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?”

in trouble. You might

“Bruce,

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

the gravity, offered, “Where are you?

treatment room. No other doctor should

sought details for targeted preparations. Bruce 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 any

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

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

tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice, “Quickly, help me get dressed and drive me

uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid you

his heart. The awkward posture made wearing

Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about

Bruce Weinstein agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly,

masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in

to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood

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

car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce

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

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

the severity, swiftly assisted Bruce Weinstein out of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through

I’m

“I’ll administer relief drugs first. Then, we’ll

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