Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Get Her Out of My House

Click… The pen Craig was holding fell to the floor.

Everyone’s throats seemed to close up, and none of them could make a sound for several long moments.

On the other end of the line, the young voice continued, “Uncle Ryan… I’m so cold and hungry… I didn’t push Stacy, but no one believed me. Daddy told me to kneel by the door… But I’m so cold… Uncle, won’t you come and pick me up…”

As she spoke, the girl’s voice became weaker and weaker. Through the phone, the Murrays could faintly hear the sound of whistling wind and snow, but the little girl’s voice had cut off.

Ryan finally came to his senses. He grabbed the phone and held it close to his mouth, shouting hurriedly, “Hey, Su-Susie? Where are you? Tell your uncle where you are!”

There was no response.

Craig stood up in a panic. His earlier stoic, gruff attitude vanished in an instant, as if all of a sudden he’d aged ten years.

“Come on, what are you waiting for? Somebody search this number! Check this number, check the location, quick!”

Susie passed out before finishing her call, and the phone fell from her hand into the snow. After a long time, Andrew came out to look for his

phone. When he saw Susie lying there motionless, he raised his foot and kicked her.

“You might as well be dead!” he exclaimed angrily.

Four years ago, Andrew had picked up a woman dressed in tattered

clothes from the side of the road. In a moment of kindness, he took her

back to his apartment and offered her a bath and a change of clothes. After she’d gotten cleaned up, he realized she was extremely beautiful.

She couldn’t remember how she had gotten there, and when he tried to question her, she seemed dazed and confused. Andrew thought she was cute, so he’d spent a long time trying to win her over. Like a lovesick idiot, he doted on her, pampering her and taking care of her at

every turn…

Now, he felt sick just thinking about it.

A woman wandering alone like that, who knew what could have happened to her? If she had been assaulted before he met her, that might explain why Susie seemed so unlike him.

But although he had his doubts about Susie’s parentage, he had never thought of doing a paternity test. If word got out that he was not Susie’ s real father, it would be extremely humiliating, and Andrew would become the laughingstock of Los Angeles.

Andrew picked up his phone and headed for the warmth of his study, where he dialed a series of numbers. “Hey… Shawn, it’s Andrew Bishop. I’ve been meaning to ask, do you know anyone in the Murray

family of Los Angeles?”

“Hi, Adam, how have you been? Do you know the Murray family, by any chance? It’s just that the company’s been having some trouble…”

Outside the study, the wind and snow continued to pummel the house and the small figure lying outside it. Susie was crumpled into a ball in the snow, and the minutes crept by painfully slowly as the sun started

to set.

She still had some mental awareness, but she couldn’t open her eyes without a great deal of effort.

Susie hadn’t cried after her mother died. No matter what happened, even if her father beat her, she never cried.

But now she felt like crying.

After she called her uncle, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. It must mean even her uncle didn’t want her.

No one in the entire world cared about her.

What about Mom? After she died, when her mother saw her in such a state, would her mother even care about her anymore?

Susie’s frozen, purple lips twisted up in a grimace. She kept repeating in her mind, Mom… Susie won’t cry… Susie is very good…

Just then, she heard a loud roaring sound.

Seven or eight black cars screeched up to the curb all at once. A man wearing an expensive black coat jumped out of the first car and kicked open the front gate of the Bishop family mansion!

The wind and snow were so strong, Susie’s small frame was almost completely obscured.