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!

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

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

welling up; he didn’t want to end

at Blake with

coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll be a

as the air conditioning blew on him,

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad

worry or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad hadn’t killed

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

had to do was trust Dad!

of milk from the

pulled out another carton.

in, “Finish that bottle of

Grace remained silent.

annoying parrot 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

mimicked two

remained

doesn’t know what to do, “Uh…”

lying on the ground, fumed.

the focus be on me

you—

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

“Is he your younger brother-in-law?”

turned complicated, 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 away to another family to

Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

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

fearing that Blake might twist her neck 90

and brought 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 hard and earned a lot of money to

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

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

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