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!

been in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted at an eerie angle

save his friend’s life, he suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His

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

glared at Blake with resentment.

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

a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning

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chill.

just regained her senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is so

no worry or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t

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

to do was trust

carton of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back and forth, she leisurely

expressionless face, she pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie,

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

Grace remained silent.

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

even mimicked two different

Grace remained

what to do, “Uh…”

on the ground,

be on me

you—

for someone to call

“Is he

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 couldn’t be too

Saying that he was given away to

hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist

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,

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realizing that Madam Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson

impressed by his ability to make so much

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