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 Charlie, 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?”

Bruce urgently revealed, “I’m in trouble. You might be the only one who can help me!”

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce, are you

life-threatening situation, and you’re my

realizing 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 to

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

exclaimed, “Did you take

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

hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If it’s as bad as you say, time is of the essence.

palpable as he stammered, “I…I’ll be there right away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice, “Quickly,

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

heart. The awkward

a sudden burst of inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about

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

Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio hurriedly made their way out

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

Camilla, behind the wheel of Bruce Weinstein’s car,

hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close friend Mark

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

the energy

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

I’m not here for jokes! Do

first.

in agony, veins protruding, urged,

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