Charles looked at Lincoln in disgust. He detested him with everything. That was downright cheap. Was he so desperate to have someone go down with him that he didn't make use of his senses? How did he expect to drag Charles down with him without any evidence? That looked stupid to Charles. Sandra on her part didn't say a word, her tears dropped her cheeks. Her problem was humiliation. Charles doubted she really thought she was going to be given a heavy sentence. Almost everyone turned to see the person Mr. Lincoln was pointing at, and their mouths dropped when they saw he was pointing at Charles. Was he really pointing at Charles? Charles? Even his attorney looked baffled, and a little frustrated. Why would Mr. Lincoln try to show it outright that he was nervous? Why did he admit it? The prosecuting attorney took up the opportunity immediately. “Do you mean to imply that you admit to the sale of illegal drugs?” He asked, and Mr. Lincoln turned to his attorney, tongue-tied. It was obvious to everyone. The case on the drugs was already concluded. Then the prosecuting attorney flipped open a file of papers. “We also have a case against him for attempted murder against Mr. Charles Lincoln.” He added, and the room gasped. They all found Lincoln despicable. “That is a false allegation, your honor.” The defense attorney said, already beginning to move towards the center to ask the judge for permission to state his defense. “My Lord, we wish to introduce a witness.” The prosecuting attorney asked, and the judge granted his request. The prosecuting attorney turned around; Mr. Lincoln turned towards the door, wondering who on earth was going to stand as a witness to his attempt to murder Charles. However, as a man walked in, Mr. Lincoln's eyes widened. It was Anthony. Sandra looked at Mr. Lincoln with a hand on her mouth, and it was clear she was also an accomplice. Anthony was led to the witness box, and Mr. Lincoln couldn't get his eyes off him.“Do you wish to swear to tell the truth by taking an oath on the Bible or the Koran?” The prosecuting attorney asked Anthony, and Anthony picked up the bible with his right hand. Mr. Lincoln watched it all unfolding in horror, but could not say a word. “Do you swear that the testimony you are about to give in this arbitration is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” He asked. “I swear that the testimony I'm about to give in this arbitration is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” Anthony replied, and the examination started. Anthony was asked for his name, and when he was asked for his occupation, Mr. Lincoln waited. “I run a little store.” “That's a damn lie!” Mr. Lincoln shouted. “Honey!” Sandra cautioned, although she seemed to be speaking to herself. She already looked like she would need a psychiatric hospital. “Mr. Lincoln. If you speak again without being permitted, you will be escorted out of the room.” The judge warned, looking at Mr. Lincoln with a straight face. Anthony was asked for his address, and he delivered it without batting an eyelid. “What is your relationship with the accused?” The prosecuting attorney asked. “An employer and an employee.” “What business deal did you have with him?” “A business deal to murder Mr. Charles Lincoln.” Anthony replied, and everyone gasped, as they looked from Mr. Lincoln to Charles. “That's all, your honor.” “The cross-examination may start.” The judge said, and the defense attorney walked up to Anthony. “If I may ask once more, what did you say your occupation was?” He asked. “I run a little store.” “Yet you claim you did business with Mr. Lincoln?” He asked. “Yes.”“Your honor, I'm afraid we can't trust this witness. He is dubious. He runs a little store, yet he was willing to assassinate someone. I stand to question his real identity. Maybe he also needs to sit in the position of the accused. “If I may chip in; If the accused ever wanted to assassinate a person, would he request help from a store owner?” He asked, and everyone began to wonder what direction the trial was taking. “May I ask you what your previous occupation was?” He asked, and Anthony looked up at him. “I've never had a previous occupation. Being a store owner is my first occupation.” “Or maybe you're just ashamed to say you were an assassinator?” The defense attorney implied. “Objection, your honor! This is speculation.” The prosecuting attorney raised. “I would like to ask the witness to explain how he came to know Mr. Lincoln and why he shouldn't be arrested for the possible assassination of other people.” The defense lawyer said aggressively. “I was one of the men in Paris trying to expose Mr. Lincoln of his acts, but I was caught. For months, I was tortured. I have scars on my body.” He began, “Can I…?” He asked, extending his wrist. “Permission to allow the witness to show his scars as evidence, your honor?” The prosecuting attorney asked. “Permission granted.” The judge replied, and Anthony began to show scars on his arm, jaw, and legs. Sandra closed her eyes and more tears dropped her eyes. “There are more on my body, but I will be unable to show them.” Anthony said, then continued, “I was tortured ruthlessly by them, then happened to overhear Mr. Lincoln speaking with a strange man about Mr. Charles. “They wanted to murder him, but he would rather not be on the list of clients of any assassinator. When he came in to torture me personally, he then stopped and asked if I wanted freedom. I said yes, only for him to give me Mr. Charles' name and picture to assassinate him. “I had no other choice, but when I was freed, I couldn't really do it. Mr. Charles got suspicious. I ended up telling him the truth, and he granted me the store.” Anthony explained, and the court was amazed. “You little piece of scum! I'm coming back for you! My men will catch you and make a meal of you!” Mr. Lincoln exploded. He could barely keep his rage in, “Damn you! How dare you!? Your life is officially finished today! And as for you, Charles, I'm coming for you the moment I step out of prison! It's not over yet." Mr. Lincoln continued to scream, no matter how the judge hit his gavel on his desk for order. There was no more need to prove anything further. Mr. Lincoln had already blown his cover. It wasn't until he was about to be escorted out that he calmed down. “The court has reached a decision; We hereby sentence Mr. Lincoln to life imprisonment and his wife to eight years imprisonment, for being an accomplice in both the case of attempted murder, and illegal drug trafficking. And also for trying to hinder the progress of the investigations.” The judge announced, and hit his gavel thrice. Sandra looked aghast. Her life was over. Eight more years… where would she start from? Then she fell to the ground, losing consciousness.