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!

a car accident, speeding and crashing into

he suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself.

tears welling up; he didn’t want to end up as a paralyzed invalid!

glared at Blake

his eyes devoid of any 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 be a 180-

a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is so

felt no worry or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad hadn’t killed

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

do was trust Dad!

she even reached into her little backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back

another carton.

bottle of milk

Grace remained silent.

Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you! Wow, your mommy loves you so much! Sweetie, this

mimicked two different

Grace remained silent.

know what to

on the

the focus be on

you—

to call for emergency assistance, but his

“Is he your younger

complicated, 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.

front of Lilly, Madam Fowler

he was given away to another family was essentially discarding a

hear such a harsh reality, fearing

name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling

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surname Fowler while Parker

to make so much money without any

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