Eight Kickass Uncles' 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…

But she really hadn’t pushed anyone. Why did no one believe her?

The wind and snow outside pounded against the window, and eventually the snow began to seep through the cracks in the window frames, layer after layer piling up on Susie’s shivering body.

Soon, an entire day and night had passed while Susie was locked up in the attic.

All that time, 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 days, so by now, she was almost in a trance.

Jay Bishop, the patriarch of the Bishop family, threatened that she would not be allowed to leave the attic until she had admitted her mistake.

“Mommy…” Susie’s lips were purple 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 them…”

She knew her mother had died of illness a year ago, but sometimes she still talked to her. Her dad had found another woman to marry, and soon her stepmother was pregnant…

This new wife was as double-sided as a snake. When someone else was around, she acted nice, but when Susie was alone with her, she was worse than the devil.

“Mom…” Susie whispered weakly before she gripped the ears of her stuffed bunny and lost consciousness.

After a long time, the attic door slammed open.

Andrew stormed inside, his face red with anger. He grabbed the unconscious Susie, dragged her down the stairs, and shoved her violently outside!

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

Andrew sneered. “You killed your own younger brother, and you still dare to ask for food? How did I end up with such an ungrateful, selfish daughter?”

The light drained from Susie’s eyes as the heat drained out of her body, and she couldn’t answer.

The longer Andrew looked 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 actions!

“I 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 up. If I didn’t teach you a good lesson, I would be a bad father.”

After that, he looked around until he found a broom leaning against the side of the house. He reached for the handle.

A moment later, the thick broomstick came down on Susie with a thud, and Susie cried out in pain.

“Are you sure you don’t want to apologize?” Andrew demanded.

“It wasn’t me! Really, it wasn’t me!” Susie bit her lip, her small face full of stubbornness.

This only made Andrew even angrier. “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 that?”

He 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 just afraid that her parents wouldn’t love her anymore after her younger brother was born.

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

With each word he spoke, the stick came down hard across Susie’s back.

Andrew hit her so 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 ground in the snow.

“You stay right here on your knees, and don’t move! When your aunt is out of the hospital, then you can get up!”

Andrew adjusted his tie, dropped the broom, and left.

Things 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 hadn’t improved.

Today 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 with him.

All of this was enough to push Andrew past his breaking point, and he took out his anger on Susie as he hit her.

After it was finished, Susie’s spirit had been completely broken. She struggled to get up, then sank back down into the snow.

She felt like she might be dying.

If she died, would she get to see her mother again?

Suddenly, Susie’s ears rang out with a muffled, distant voice.

[Susie, call your uncle right away!]

[Your uncle’s name is Ryan Murray, and his phone number is 001213-xxx…]