Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 413

Chapter 413 It’s Rude of Me to Not Take Action

Blake’s face grew cold as he twisted his wrist and firmly gripped Parker’s head, exerting pressure.

Looking down on Parker from above, his lips curled into a smirk. “With the tension in the air reaching its peak, it would be rather impolite of me not to take action now.”

Parker chuckled, about to say, “You’re quite the pretentious prick, aren’t you?”

But in the next moment, a sharp crack echoed through the room!

Parker’s head twisted ninety degrees, his body stiffening as he collapsed, crashing onto the floor with at resounding thud!

His

eyes widened in shock.

Madam Fowler’s eyes widened as well, her pallid face growing even whiter, overwhelmed by fear.

Trembling at the corner of her mouth, Madam Feliciasuttered, “Y-you… You really…”

Did he really… kill him?

The words choked in Madam Fowler’s throat, unable to escape her lips.

Blake looked down at Parker convulsing on the floor, calmly reaching for a wet tissue from the tabletop. As he wiped his hands, he casually remarked, “Don’t worry, I merely dismantled his head. I didn’t end his pathetic existence.”

Madam Fowler’s legs weakened. What… What difference did that make?

Parker writhed on the ground, attempting to rise, but confusion clouded his mind. His limbs tingled with numbness, rendering him utterly devoid of strength.

Blake’s tone was as cold and heartless as icicles hanging from the eaves on a frigid winter day. “It’s just a dislocated cervical spine. He won’t die, but I can’t guarantee anything if he keeps writhing and thrashing

around.”

Parker froze in terror as he writhed on the ground.

A dislocated cervical spine!

speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His

suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech was reduced to

he didn’t want

at Blake with resentment.

hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll

the air conditioning blew on him,

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is

soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad

Grandma always said: Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever he did, there

do was trust

backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back and forth,

another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s milk! Drink up!”

chimed in, “Finish that bottle of milk

Grace remained silent.

parrot didn’t stop there, continuing to stretch its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles

even mimicked two

Grace remained

what to do, “Uh…”

lying on the ground, fumed.

Shouldn’t the focus be on me now?

you—

someone to help him, Parker pleaded for someone to call for emergency assistance,

he your

and she gradually regained her composure. While signaling a servant to call emergency services, she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old, his birth mother gave him away to another family to raise. Later

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t

Saying that he was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child on the verge of

fearing that Blake

After they found my husband and brought him back, they treated him as their son. He took on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and car, to cure my husband. And when he grew up, he worked hard and earned a lot of money to support and honor

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surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained

this, Lilly was in awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money without any initial resources.

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