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!

speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted

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

he didn’t want to end up as a

at Blake with

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 be

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

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chill.

her senses, thought,

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

was an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever

do was trust Dad!

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

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

that bottle of milk and forget about

Grace remained silent.

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

even mimicked two different tones perfectly.

remained

doesn’t know what to

lying on the

focus be

you—

for someone to call

asked, “Is he your younger

to call emergency services, she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old, his birth

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

all, the truth was too harsh and cold. Saying that he was given away to another family was essentially discarding

harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist

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

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

by his ability to make so much money without any initial resources. He

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