Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 5

Chapter 5 She Has a Family Now

At Martin’s words, his brothers’ eyes all lit up, and their faces were transformed by hardened, ruthless expressions.

Ryan pounded a fist into his palm and started cracking his knuckles.

The fifth child, Michael Murray, worked in engineering and construction. He had a violent personality, and he sneered and said, “Where can I get a steel bar?”

The gentle leader of the group, Paul, cautioned his brother, “In a lawful society, we can’t just blatantly go around beating people up.”

He glanced around the hall and stopped a nurse who was walking past. “Hi, do you have any cloth bags in your department?”

The nurse was confused for a moment and stammered, “Y-yes, we have plenty of bags in the storage room, but we also have cardboard

boxes…”

She assumed they were trying to pack and transport something, and cardboard boxes would work better than bags.

Paul smiled. “Thanks, the bags will be fine.”

In order to fight, of course they would need a way to remain

anonymous.

The Murray brothers: “..

At the end of the corridor outside the VIP area, the cold wind whistled against the white interior of the hospital.

Andrew felt like he was about to freeze to death, and his mind was full

of complaints. He had been waiting all night, and now it was dawn. The Murray family still hadn’t come out, and they hadn’t allowed him

to see Susie!

Jay left about halfway through the night. Before he left, he told Andrew to keep waiting until someone from the Murray family appeared.

In the cold spring weather, the nights were even colder than they were during the winter. Andrew was freezing, exhausted, and hungry as he waited there in the hall. He wanted to go home, take a hot bath, and go directly to bed.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Andrew felt like he couldn’t stay on his feet for another second. But he forced himself to wait another hour before he finally made up his mind to return home.

phone call. “Remember to keep watch, and notify

could finish his instructions, Andrew’s vision went dark. Someone had thrown a sack over his

at once, and Andrew shouted in a panic,

Andrew to the

to get their hands dirty like this, and they normally wouldn’t have bothered. But when they thought of the injuries and

home…

them to resist their desire

to fight back as their blows rained down on him, and he screamed out

who I am? I’m Andrew Bishop, president of Bishop Group!

loosened his tie, and raised a single hand, gesturing to his

holding a steel bar in

that his threats had scared

away.

safe,

“Ah!!”

lot rang out with Andrew’s

beaten so badly, he had to go to the hospital. He had barely stepped out the hospital’s front doors before he was

covered with injuries all over his body, but the worst part was that he still

find the attackers. They had given no indication of their identities while they pounded Andrew

her eyes full of

have moved, he would have been able to see through her affectation of concern. Stacy was still in her own hospital gown, pretending to be worried about her husband like

How had Susie, that good-for-nothing bastard child,

heart jumped into her throat. Of course her miscarriage hadn’t really been caused by

but by herself.

in a state of financial crisis. Andrew was not only going bankrupt, but he had also taken out

to tie her to the Bishop family. She was still young and beautiful, and she might be able to find a new

would ruin her

to take the blame for it. That was how she came up with the scheme

her kindly. When he was drunk, Andrew often admitted that he was ashamed of Susie and wished she had never been born. So Stacy assumed there would

was actually a child of the Murray family! One

Stacy was terrified, afraid of being found

do?

way to

ward, Susie’s eyes fluttered open again. The room was quiet

she lowered her eyes sadly, assuming everyone had abandoned her. She looked so sad and

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