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

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

night had passed while Susie was locked up in

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

would not be allowed to leave the attic until she had

purple from the cold, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably. She closed her eyes and murmured, “Mommy… I know I’m

ago, but sometimes she still talked to her. Her

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

she gripped the ears of her stuffed bunny and

a long time, the attic

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

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

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

drained from Susie’s eyes as the heat

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 her

didn’t raise you to behave like this! If you can kill your brother while you’re still a child, you’ll probably become a serial killer when you grow

a broom leaning against the side of the house.

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

you don’t

me!” Susie bit her lip, her

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

her like flies. Even in her critical condition, Stacy had still told him not to blame Susie for what happened. She said that

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

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

here on your knees, and don’t move! When your aunt is out of the

dropped the broom, and

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

miscarried their

point, and he took out his anger on Susie

broken. She struggled to

like she might

she get to see her mother