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

he suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable

felt tears welling up; he didn’t want

glared at Blake

with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll be a 180- degree

and as the air

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chill.

regained her senses, thought, Oh my

because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That

absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever

to do was

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

another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s

that bottle of

Grace remained silent.

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 favorite milk! Mommy,

even mimicked two different

remained

know what to do,

on the ground, fumed.

focus be on me now?

you—

for someone to call for emergency assistance, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

“Is he your

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

Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

too harsh and cold. Saying that he was given away to another

to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that

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

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Madam Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler while

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

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