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!”

alarmed, inquired, “Bruce, are

It’s a life-threatening

the gravity, offered, “Where are

“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 about to burst

shit!” Mark exclaimed, “Did you take

Bruce insisted, “It just swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed. It’s

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

the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency

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

down, a sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward posture made wearing

inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how about I

agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly,

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

excruciating pain showed no mercy, each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of the situation, he had to endure, avoiding any hint of

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

car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s close

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

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

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

exasperated, exclaimed, “Mark, I’m not here for jokes!

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

veins protruding, urged,