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…

pushed anyone. Why

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

night had passed while Susie was locked

Bishop family ignored Susie. No one knew she had been punished by Stacy the day before and hadn’t eaten a single bite of

patriarch of the Bishop family, threatened that she would not be allowed to leave

teeth chattered uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and murmured, “Mommy… I know I’m right,

sometimes she still talked to her. Her dad had found another woman

as a snake. When someone else was around, she acted nice, but when Susie was alone with her, she was worse

the ears of her stuffed bunny

time, the attic door slammed

He grabbed the unconscious Susie, dragged her

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

younger brother, and you still dare to ask for food? How did I end

light drained from Susie’s eyes as the heat drained out

at her, the more annoyed he became. At such a young age, she must have such a vicious mind to be

while you’re still a child, you’ll probably become a serial killer when you grow up. If I

broom leaning against the side of the house. He reached for the

broomstick came down on Susie with a thud, and Susie cried out

sure you don’t

wasn’t me!” Susie bit her lip, her

made Andrew even angrier. “If it wasn’t you, did your stepmother throw herself down the stairs? She’s six months pregnant,

what happened. She said that Susie was

thought about it, the angrier he became. While beating Susie, he shouted, “You’re a bad girl, Susie! A very, very bad little

spoke, the stick came down hard across Susie’s

realize his cell phone had fallen out of his pocket. He didn’t stop

and don’t move! When your aunt is out of the hospital, then you

adjusted his tie, dropped the

was going through a rough patch, and after half a month

his wife had fallen down the stairs, and as a result, she had miscarried their unborn son. The Bishop family’s only hope for a

to push Andrew past his breaking point, and he took out his anger

finished, Susie’s spirit had been completely broken. She struggled to get

she might be

died, would she get to