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?”

You might be

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce,

It’s a life-threatening situation,

realizing the gravity, offered, “Where are you?

Mark alone might be ill-equipped, Bruce insisted, “Prepare a private treatment room. No other doctor

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.

shit!” Mark exclaimed, “Did

just swelled suddenly, like

prepare the room. If it’s as bad as you say, time is

locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl,

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

The awkward posture

burst of inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about I get you

agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly, fetch it for

Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio hurriedly made

delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of

of Bruce Weinstein’s

later, the car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend Mark awaited,

Bruce Weinstein’s car approaching, Mark hurriedly approached and opened the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein

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

silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He inquired,

“Mark, I’m not here for jokes! Do

relief drugs first. Then, we’ll

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