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

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

he didn’t want to end up

at Blake with

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,

sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on him,

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chill.

her senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is so

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

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

do was trust

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

out another carton. “Here, Gracie,

“Finish that bottle of milk and forget about

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

mimicked two different tones

remained

what to do, “Uh…”

lying on the ground, fumed.

the focus be

you—

to call for emergency assistance, but

he your younger

said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old, his birth mother gave him

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be

and cold. Saying that he was given away to another family was essentially discarding a child

to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her neck

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

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husband carried the surname Fowler

his ability to make so much money without any initial resources. He was almost as amazing

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