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

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

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

at Blake

of any hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll be

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

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chill.

just regained her senses, thought, Oh my goodness,

or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left

good person. Whatever he did, there was always a reason behind

to do was trust Dad!

and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer pocket.

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

chimed in, “Finish that bottle of milk

Grace remained silent.

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

even mimicked two different

remained

doesn’t know what

lying on the ground, fumed.

be on

you—

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

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

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,

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t

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

a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her neck

My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their

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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 any initial resources. He was almost as amazing as

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