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 a bridge pillar. His

life, he suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and

want to end up as

at Blake

hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant

sweat, and as the

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chill.

had just regained her senses, thought, Oh my

or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad hadn’t killed

just like Grandma always said: Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever he

do was trust

carton of milk from

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

chimed in, “Finish that bottle of milk

Grace remained silent.

exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you! Wow, your mommy loves you so much!

two different tones

Grace remained

know what to

lying on the

the focus be on me

you—

to help him, Parker pleaded for someone to call for emergency assistance, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Is he your younger

she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old, his

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too explicit

away to another family

fearing that Blake

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

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surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained the surname,

was in awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money without any initial resources. He was almost as amazing as Uncle Anthony.

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