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!

last month, his friend had been in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted at an eerie angle on impact.

spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech

up; he didn’t want to end up as a paralyzed

Blake

he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next

body broke out in a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on

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chill.

had just regained her senses, thought, Oh my

soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad hadn’t killed

unquestionably good person.

to do

out a carton of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back

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

bottle of milk and

Grace remained silent.

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! Wow, your mommy loves you so much! Sweetie, this is

two different tones perfectly.

remained silent.

Fowler doesn’t know what to do,

lying on the

Shouldn’t the focus be

you—

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

he your younger

complicated, and she gradually regained her composure. While signaling a servant to call emergency services, she said. My husband had poor health as a

Madam Fowler couldn’t be

the truth was too harsh and cold. Saying that he was given away

harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her neck 90 degrees

treated him as their son. He took on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house

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

this, Lilly was in awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so

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