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

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

didn’t want

glared at Blake with

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

as the air conditioning blew on him,

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is so

because Parker’s soul

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

to do was trust Dad!

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

Grace’s expressionless face, she pulled out another carton. “Here,

“Finish that bottle of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

annoying parrot didn’t stop there, continuing to stretch its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you!

even mimicked two

Grace remained

doesn’t know what

lying on the ground, fumed.

focus be on me now?

you—

Parker pleaded for someone to call for

asked, “Is he your younger brother-in-law?”

complicated, and she gradually regained her composure. While 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

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too explicit

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

a harsh reality, fearing that

of their 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

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the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained the surname,

Lilly was in awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money without

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