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 neck twisted at an eerie angle on

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

want to end up

Blake

amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time,

in a cold sweat, and as the

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is

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

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

do

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

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

of milk and forget about that

Grace remained silent.

there, continuing to stretch its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you! Wow, your mommy loves you so much! Sweetie, this is your

two

Grace remained silent.

Fowler doesn’t know what to do,

lying on the ground, fumed.

the focus be on

you—

for someone to call

he your younger brother-in-law?”

a child. When he was three years old, his birth mother gave him away to another family to

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too explicit

too harsh and cold. Saying that he was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child on the verge of death.

fearing that Blake might twist her neck

family name. My parents-in-law exhausted

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

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

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