Charles knew Mrs. Penny was desperate to show him she was stronger, and better than him, but he hadn't thought she could go to such an extent just because of money. He couldn't help thinking of how close he had been to his enemy, and how dangerous they were. Although those men were definitely not professionals, they were still assassins. Because if they were professionals, they wouldn't have wasted all that time, talking, and doing other unnecessary things. Nor would they hurt other people. "Wow. Who knew Mrs. Penny could…" Vera was saying, still shocked at the news. "She must be arrested for this. She will spend years in prison. How could she attempt to kill a person? What if she had succeeded?" James also found it hard to believe that Mrs. Penny could really go to such an extent. "We should be happy we survived. If we hadn't, we'd be in a huge problem by now." Vera admitted, looking like a balloon sucking in an air of anger. "Do you think Angela was in on this?" She suddenly asked, turning to James. "I doubt. She knows nothing. All she knows how to do perfectly is spend money, buy dresses, get bags, wear heels, and walk around thinking she's some Hollywood actor." James replied immediately, brushing off the idea, as it looked absurd to him that Angela, who he considered brainless, could actually have plotted such with her mother. "I think you're right. Charles, do not let this soil your mood. She didn't succeed did she? And she's going to be punished for what she did. It's nothing for us to be concerned about." Vera consoled Charles, who was still staring hard at his watermelon in anger. ~ "They've done it, sweetie." Mrs. Penny said in a sweet voice, waltzing into Angela's room with a smile. "They did what?" Angela asked, dropping her phone aside, and swinging her legs off the bed. "They did the job. Charles was shot." Mrs. Penny replied, moving gracefully to lean against Angela's dresser. "So, he's… he's dead?" Angela asked, getting to her feet. It was what she wanted, but she couldn't believe it. She had to see him, she had to see his lifeless body, before she believed he was really gone. She had to witness his funeral, and watch his right-hand men cry. "He was shot. Do you know the cops were actually chasing them when they called me? But, that didn't matter. They still called, and asked for the money with such confidence that could only come from knowing you'd survive." Mrs. Penny exclaimed, and her hand itched to touch her phone to message Mark, but she wanted to confirm, and make sure he was really killed that time around. "Finally." She let out slowly, and Mrs. Penny hugged her. "Yes, finally." She replied, holding Angela tight. "That damned man should have gone a long time ago." Angela sniffed, getting emotional that she finally got what she wanted. Although she had originally wanted Charles to be brought on his knees in front of her, she had decided for him to be killed without further stress. Because she had learned that, the longer the delay, the higher the chance of survival in a case like hers, and Charles had survived too many times for her to lift his chances of survival once more. Angela, and Mrs. Penny celebrated with wine, and ate bountifully that evening, talking, and giggling about their future plans which would be launched in no time. And hours later, when they slept in exhaustion, the doorbell rang. Angela turned reluctantly in her bed, grabbing her pillow tighter. The doorbell rang, again, and she curled into herself. Then it rang a third time, and she realized it wasn't a dream. She opened her eyes slowly, and turned once more, closing her eyes, only for the doorbell to ring three more times in quick succession. She pushed herself out of bed, wiped her eyes, and swung her feet to the floor. "Who rings bells at such an hour?" She murmured, ruffling her hair as she dragged her feet out the door. She met her mother also on her way, and they smiled at each other. They had both gotten up at the same time. "Yes, who's there?" Mrs. Penny asked, looking into the doorbell camera, and after some seconds, she gasped, and pulled away from the camera. Angela noticed her mum's sudden movement, and her eyes flew open. "What's wrong?" She asked. "The cops." Mrs. Penny whispered, and Angela's eyes opened even wider than they had been. "What are the cops doing here?" Angela whispered fiercely, already feeling her heart getting faster.The doorbell rang again, and Mrs. Penny cleared her throat lightly, straightened her nightgown, then tried her best to look composed. She opened the door, and they held up their ID cards. Angela went to them. "Sorry, but it is quite late, and…" "You're under arrest, Mrs. Penny." "What?" Angela asked, looking at them like they had to be speaking gibberish. She had guessed as much, but them saying it out loud was ridiculous. She was ready to deny it for as long as she could. "On what charges?" Her mother asked, rather calmly. "You're being arrested for attempted murder." They informed her, and both she, and Angela froze. "Listen up, old man. You do not go to people's houses in the middle of the night, accusing them of crimes they didn't commit. Attempted murder of all crimes? Is that what you woke us for? Mum, let's go back. Leave them…" Angela was saying, but the man brought out an extra pair of handcuffs. "You will be arrested for obstruction of justice." The police informed Angela, and Mrs. Penny dropped Angela's hand. "I will go with you." She replied, and Angela was distraught. Had the plan just flipped over? Did they catch the men? Did the so-called assassins give her mother out? What of the money they had paid them? How was she to enjoy Charles' wealth alone with her mother in the prison? Angela watched her mother taken away, and her heart was set on fire with the flames of panic. Attempted Murder. She was just paying attention to those words at that moment. Attempted Murder. Not Murder? Charles wasn't dead? Angela gasped, and realized once more that they had failed. ~"Is it true, Mrs. Penny, that you hired assassins to kill a certain Mr. Charles?" The investigating officer asked, and Mrs. Penny scoffed. "I thought that was the main reason your men dragged me from my house." "Answer the question. Did you or did you not hire assassins to kill a certain Mr. Charles?" "Yes, I did. So what?" "I guess you're the real assassin here. The only assassin we caught was so scared to his bones after we lied that we caught the other ones, and that they already confessed your name. It took him hours to speak up. I'm surprised you're talking without much fuss." The officer commented, and Mrs. Penny rolled her eyes. "Cut the crap. I did everything, okay? I made arrangements to murder Charles, so you and your useless crew can actually let me move on to the next stage." Miss Penny snapped, and the officer shook his head. "You're spending years in prison." He spat. "Oh sure, sure. You didn't just find that out, did you? Get the hell out of here, so I'll know what's next." "Mind the way you speak to me!" "Or what!? You'll hit me? Go ahead! Go ahead, officer! I'll pay you twice your monthly earnings if you manage to hit me." She said provokingly, and the officer gritted his teeth. "I guess we'll have to see if the daughter would be the same as the mother, right? You both look like accomplices." He said, slowly, and the smile on Mrs. Penny's face ran down. Angela did nothing so she wasn't to be summoned, but the look on the officer's face looked determined.