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!

month, his friend had been in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted at

a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for

want to end

Blake

His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about

a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on

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chill.

just regained her senses, thought, Oh

soul hadn’t

good person. Whatever he did, there was always

to do

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

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

in, “Finish that bottle of milk and forget about that

Grace remained silent.

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

mimicked two different tones

remained silent.

Fowler doesn’t know what

lying on the

Shouldn’t the focus be on me now?

you—

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

asked, “Is he your

a servant to call emergency services, she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too explicit

truth was too harsh and cold. Saying that he was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child on

such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake

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

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husband carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson

impressed by his ability to make so much money without any initial resources. He was almost as amazing as Uncle

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