The Amazing Son in Law The Charismatic Charlie Wade

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!”

inquired, “Bruce, are

life-threatening

realizing the gravity, offered, “Where are

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

disclosed, “It’s my little brother… It’s at least two or three times bigger than usual. I

Mark exclaimed, “Did you take any

swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s on the verge

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

tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with

afraid

heart. The awkward posture

inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden,

urging, “Go quickly, fetch it

Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio

excruciating pain showed no mercy, each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him.

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

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

Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark questioned, “Bruce, are

Day. I don’t have the energy for pranks. For

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

I’m not here for jokes!

first. Then, we’ll perform an angiogram

in agony, veins protruding,