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 you

confessed, “Worse. It’s a life-threatening situation, and you’re my

gravity, offered, “Where are you?

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

at least two or three times bigger

Mark exclaimed, “Did

swelled suddenly, like it’s possessed.

If it’s as bad as you

there right away!” He tossed the phone aside, locking eyes with Camilla and the other girl, urgency in his voice, “Quickly, help me get

evident, unconsciously uttered, “Warden, you… I’m afraid

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

of inspiration, Camilla suggested, “Warden, how

Weinstein agreed without hesitation, urging, “Go quickly,

sunglasses and masks, flanked Bruce Weinstein, hastily wrapped in a bathrobe. The trio hurriedly made their

pain showed no mercy, each step delivering torture akin to needles relentlessly piercing him. Yet, he understood the

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

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

the door. Witnessing Bruce Weinstein curled up in pain,

have the energy for pranks. For

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

exclaimed, “Mark, I’m not here for

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

agony, veins protruding,