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 who can help

“Bruce, are

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

realizing the gravity, offered, “Where are you? I’ll

Bruce insisted, “Prepare a private treatment room. No other

disclosed, “It’s my little brother… It’s at least two or three times

Mark exclaimed, “Did you take any

“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 as you

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

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

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

inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about I

without hesitation, urging, “Go

and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped

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

the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated toward

hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend Mark awaited, pushing

opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark questioned, “Bruce, are you sure this isn’t

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

silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was

“Mark, I’m

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

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