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,

“Worse. It’s a life-threatening

“Where

“Prepare a private treatment room. No other doctor should touch me. I’ll come to

two or three times bigger than usual. I

Mark exclaimed, “Did

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

cursed, urging, “Hurry to the hospital. I’ll prepare the room. If it’s as bad

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

I’m afraid you can’t put on pants

sinking feeling in his heart. The awkward posture

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

urging,

Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a

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

of Bruce Weinstein’s car, skillfully navigated toward

minutes later, the car halted at the hospital entrance. Bruce Weinstein’s

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

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

out of the car. Observing Bruce’s silhouette through the bathrobe, Mark was momentarily stunned. He inquired,

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

first. Then,

in agony, veins protruding, urged, “Hurry