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!

his friend had been in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar.

cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech was reduced to incomprehensible babbling.

tears welling up; he didn’t want to end up as

Blake

sneered, his eyes devoid of any hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear

as the air

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chill.

her senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is

because Parker’s soul

always said: Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person.

Lilly had to do was trust

pulled out a carton of milk from

face, she pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s milk! Drink up!”

“Finish that bottle of milk and forget about that brat!”

Grace remained silent.

there, continuing to stretch its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you! Wow, your

even mimicked two different tones perfectly.

remained

know what

the

be

you—

for someone to call for emergency assistance, but

he your younger brother-in-law?”

husband had poor health as a child. When he was

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too explicit

given away

harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her neck

own. 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

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nodded, realizing that Madam Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained the surname, Ferguson.

Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money without any

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