Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Seattle City, Royal No. 1 Mansion area, Bishop family.

It was Thanksgiving Day, and the Bishop family home was covered in extravagant lights and decorations, adding a touch of warmth to the Bishop family’s normally austere appearance.

Suddenly, a scream cut through the dusky air.

“Ahh!”

With a series of loud thuds, a pregnant woman rolled down the stairs of the house!

Everyone exclaimed in shock and hurried to check on her.

Andrew Bishop, Stacy’s husband, asked anxiously, “Stacy, are you okay?”

The woman’s legs were covered in scrapes and cuts. Her face was white and she said, “Andrew, it hurts… Our baby… You have to save our baby!”

Andrew panicked, asking in a loud voice, “What happened? What’s going on?!”

Stacy Bishop looked up the stairs with tears streaming down her face.

Everyone followed her gaze to find a little girl, about three and a half years old, standing at the top of the stairs. When everyone’s eyes landed on her, she squeezed the stuffed rabbit in her arms tightly to her chest.

Andrew was furious. “Did you push Stacy?”

The little girl pursed her lips. “It wasn’t me, I didn’t…”

Still crying, Stacy begged, “No… Dad, don’t blame Susie… She’s so young, she doesn’t understand, she didn’t do it on purpose…”

Those words were a direct confirmation of Susie’s ‘crime’.

Andrew’s eyes were cold and unforgiving. He said without hesitating, “Lock the girl in the attic. I’ll deal with her when I come back!”

With that, everyone rushed to take Stacy to the hospital.

Susie was dragged upstairs so roughly that she lost a shoe. But her little face remained stubbornly set, and she didn’t cry or beg for mercy.

There was no light or heating in the small, cramped attic. It was dark and cold. The shutters on the windows slammed and rattled in the wind, like a monster might jump out at any moment…

Susie hugged her little rabbit tightly and curled up in a corner.

It was so cold…

hadn’t pushed anyone. Why did no one

snow began to seep through the cracks in the window frames, layer after layer piling up on Susie’s shivering

passed while Susie was locked up

knew she had been punished by Stacy the day before and hadn’t eaten a

not

uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and murmured, “Mommy… I know I’m right, I won’t give in

had died of illness a year ago, but sometimes she still talked

When someone else was around, she acted nice,

Susie whispered weakly before she gripped the ears of her stuffed bunny and lost

the attic door slammed

red with anger. He grabbed the unconscious Susie, dragged her down the stairs, and shoved her violently

the freezing cold. With some difficulty, she opened her bleary eyes. “Dad… I’m hungry…” she said instinctively when she saw

still dare to ask for food? How did I end up with such

Susie’s eyes as the heat drained

Andrew looked at her, the more annoyed he became. At such a young age, she must have such a vicious mind to be able to kill her own unborn brother with

this! If you can kill your brother while you’re still a child, you’ll probably become a serial killer when you grow up. If I didn’t teach you a good lesson, I would be

until he found a broom leaning against the

moment later, the thick broomstick came down on Susie with a

don’t want to apologize?”

me!” Susie bit

only made Andrew even angrier. “If it wasn’t you, did your stepmother throw herself down the stairs?

bleed while doctors swarmed around her like flies. Even in her critical condition, Stacy had still told him not to blame Susie for what happened. She said that Susie was so young, and it would be hard for her to grow up

While beating Susie, he

word he spoke, the stick came down

fallen out of his pocket. He didn’t stop until he had knocked Susie to the

and don’t move! When your

his tie, dropped the

patch, and

as a result, she had miscarried their unborn son. The Bishop family’s only hope for a legacy had died with

to push Andrew past his breaking point, and he took

Susie’s spirit had been completely broken. She struggled to get up, then sank back down into the

felt like she might

get