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 situation, and you’re

“Where are you?

“Prepare a private treatment room. No

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

Mark exclaimed, “Did you take any

like it’s possessed. It’s

If it’s as bad as you say, time is of the

away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other

afraid you can’t put on pants in your current

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

inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how

Weinstein agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go

Miss Universes, donned in sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily

needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the gravity of the situation, he had to endure, avoiding any hint of

the underground garage, Camilla, behind the wheel of Bruce

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

the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain, Mark

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

Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He inquired, “Bruce,

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

drugs first. Then, we’ll perform

veins protruding,