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

snow began to seep through the cracks in the

day and night had passed while Susie was locked up in

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

threatened that she would not be allowed to leave the attic

uncontrollably. She closed her

talked to her. Her

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

before she gripped the ears of her

a long time, the

anger. He grabbed the unconscious Susie, dragged her down

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

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

from Susie’s eyes as the heat drained out of her body, and

more annoyed he became. At such a young age, she must have such a vicious mind to be able to kill

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 broom leaning against the side of the house. He reached

Susie with a

you sure you don’t

bit her lip,

your stepmother throw herself down the stairs? She’s six months pregnant, do you think she

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

became. While beating Susie, he shouted, “You’re a bad girl, Susie! A very, very

spoke, the stick came

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

knees, and don’t move! When your aunt is out

adjusted his tie, dropped the broom,

going through a rough patch, and after half a month of Andrew begging for help, things

as a result, she had miscarried their unborn son.

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

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

she might

died, would she get to