Edward Bowman, along with the godfather, the hitmen, the thieves and the rapists, were happy and celebrating in style, the defeat of the Cartwright, who did not know that there were survivors.
"Cheers, for the defeat of those idiots. They couldn't beat us," Edward Bowman had said, while he was sipping whiskey.
"Now what is the next step?" asked the godfather.
"Take possession of the immense Cartwright fortune and spend everything we can and with that money, your business is going to increase, godfather; like, the hospital for the undead. We will be invincible," Edward Bowman said, as he didn't stop drinking.
"Well thought out and congratulations on your triumph and to continue celebrating," said the godfather, imagining everything he could do with that money.
"Thank you, godfather, and thank you for your help. I will never forget all the help you gave me," Edward Bowman said, kissing the godfather's hand as a sign of respect.
Everyone was happy about the triumph, everyone except Bridget, who was crying over their death. In her room, she remembered all the kindness she had received from them and all that they helped her and her family when they were in trouble.
Edward Bowman, who had noticed his wife's absence, goes to their room, where he finds her crying.
"Can you tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Edward asked, somewhat annoyed by his wife's attitude.
"I'm crying because the Cartwrights shouldn't have died that way and the truth is that I didn't want them to die," said Bridget Bowman, unable to hold back the tears anymore.
"Well I'm sorry, because they're already dead and there are no survivors," Edward Bowman said, laughing non-stop.
"What if there were survivors? What if there are witnesses to this terrifying act? What would you be able to do to the survivors? Would you be able to kill them? Would your thirst for revenge go so much?" Bridget asked, nervous at her husband's response.
Bridget felt that there are survivors of that massacre and that they would make her husband pay for all the crimes committed.
"Yes Dear. I would kill them so that there are no witnesses to my crimes and I would kill them without mercy. After everything I've done, do you still doubt me?" Edward Bowman said defiantly.
"Don't you have a conscience for all the crimes committed? Don't you feel remorse? Do you have a heart?" Bridget Bowman asked, afraid to see her husband's true nature.
At first, Bridget agreed with her husband to take revenge on the Cartwrights, but she had never wished death for anyone and when Edward Bowman told her what had happened, with luxurious details, she felt disgust, repulsion; on the other hand, she felt disgusting, unworthy of having received, for so many years, the love and affection of the Cartwrights and all the help they have given her, when she was at her worst.
He wanted to go back in time and avoid all this, but he could no longer do it and he only had to learn to live, with the charge of conscience he felt.
"Stay with your 'sudden charges of conscience', I'm going to enjoy my triumph greatly," said Edward Bowman, immensely happy.
And he left, leaving Bridget alone in the room crying. Bridget, could not believe the monster that is her husband, compared to the man who he was before lusting for power and fortune.
The following week and after recovering from the hangover, Edward Bowman, the godfather and all the people who work for them, took by force, the money, the fortune and everything that belonged to the Cartwright family and everyone who he did not agree with them, they murdered them and without mercy.
After a year of fighting, deaths and confrontations, Edward Bowman, his family and the godfather, were enjoying the Cartwright fortune and everything that once was theirs.