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…

anyone. Why did

and eventually the snow began to seep through the cracks in the window frames, layer after layer piling

an entire day and night had passed while Susie was locked

by Stacy the day before and hadn’t eaten a single bite of food in two days, so by

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

from the cold, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and murmured, “Mommy… I know I’m right, I won’t give in to

died of illness a year ago, but sometimes she still talked to her. Her dad had found another woman to marry, and soon

wife was as double-sided as a snake. When someone else was around, she acted nice, but when Susie was alone

Susie whispered weakly before she gripped the ears

the attic door slammed

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

opened her bleary eyes. “Dad… I’m hungry…” she

you still dare to ask

eyes as the heat drained out of her body, and

she must have such a

your brother while you’re still a child, you’ll probably become a serial killer when you grow up. If I didn’t teach

looked around until he found a broom leaning against

on Susie with a thud, and Susie cried out in

sure you don’t want to

Susie bit her lip, her small face

your stepmother throw herself down the

remembered the hospital, where he had watched Stacy 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 without a mother. Stacy said Susie was probably

Susie, he shouted, “You’re a bad girl, Susie! A very,

spoke, the stick

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

move! When your aunt is

dropped the broom, and

company was going through a rough patch, and after half

stairs, and as a result, she had miscarried their unborn son. The Bishop family’s

point, and he

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

like she

she died, would she get to see her mother