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 pillar. His neck twisted at an eerie

a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech was reduced to incomprehensible babbling.

he didn’t want to end

glared at Blake

his eyes devoid 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

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

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chill.

her senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is

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

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

had to do was trust

the 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

Grace’s expressionless face, she pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s

that bottle of

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

two

Grace remained silent.

Fowler doesn’t know what to do,

lying on the

Shouldn’t the focus be on

you—

to help him, Parker pleaded for someone to call for emergency assistance, but his pleas

asked, “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 old, his birth mother gave him

Fowler couldn’t be

was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child

want Lilly to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist

him back, they treated him as their son. He took on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and car, to cure my husband. And when he grew up, he worked

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nodded, realizing that Madam Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler while

Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money without any initial resources. He was almost as amazing as Uncle Anthony.

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