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!

a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted at an eerie angle on

save his friend’s life, he suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable

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

at Blake with

his eyes devoid of any hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant

sweat, and as the air

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chill.

had just regained her senses, thought, Oh

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

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

Lilly had to do was trust Dad!

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

face, she pulled out another

bottle of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

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

even mimicked two

remained

know what to do, “Uh…”

lying on the

focus be on

you—

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

he your younger brother-in-law?”

services, she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old, his birth mother gave him away to another family to raise. Later my mother-in-law found

Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

that he was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child on the verge of death.

fearing

as their son. He took on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted

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

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

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