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!

crashing into a bridge pillar. His

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

he didn’t want to end up as a paralyzed

at Blake

of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if

and as the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered from the

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chill.

regained her senses, thought, Oh my

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

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

to do was trust Dad!

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

another

bottle of

Grace remained silent.

exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk

even mimicked two different tones

remained

doesn’t know what

lying on the ground, fumed.

Shouldn’t the focus be on me now?

you—

him, Parker pleaded for someone to call

he your younger brother-in-law?”

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. Later

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t

was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child on the verge of death.

to hear such a harsh reality, fearing

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 a lot of money to

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

awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make

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