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…

really hadn’t pushed anyone. Why did no one believe

wind and snow outside pounded against the window, and eventually the snow began to seep through the cracks in the window frames, layer after

entire day and night had passed

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

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

lips were purple from the cold, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She closed

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

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

weakly before she gripped the ears

a long time, the attic door

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

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

own younger brother, and you still dare to ask for food? How did I end up with such an

the heat drained out of

At such a young age, she must have

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 a

he looked around until he found a broom leaning

on Susie with a thud, and Susie cried

don’t want to

it wasn’t me!” Susie bit her lip, her small

“If it wasn’t you, did your stepmother throw herself down the stairs? She’s six months pregnant, do you think she wanted to fall like

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

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

stick came down hard

hard, he didn’t realize his cell phone had fallen out of his pocket. He didn’t stop until he had knocked Susie to the

and don’t move! When your aunt is out of

dropped

were bad enough for him lately. His company was going through a rough patch, and after half a month of Andrew begging for help, things still

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 legacy had died

of this was enough to push Andrew past his breaking point, and he took

broken. She struggled to get

felt like she might

get to