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!

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

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

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

glared at Blake with resentment.

eyes devoid of any hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I

the air conditioning blew on

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chill.

her senses, thought, Oh

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

Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever he

had to do

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

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

that bottle of milk and forget about that brat!”

Grace remained silent.

“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

mimicked two different tones

Grace remained

know what to

the ground,

be on me now?

you—

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

asked, “Is he your

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

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

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

to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might

the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and

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the surname Fowler while Parker

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

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