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!

a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar.

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

want to end up as a

Blake with resentment.

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

a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered

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chill.

thought,

she felt no worry or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad hadn’t killed him.

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

do was trust

of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back and forth, she leisurely sipped from

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

immediately chimed in, “Finish that bottle of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you!

mimicked two different tones

remained silent.

know what to do, “Uh…”

the

be on me

you—

to call for emergency assistance, but his pleas fell on deaf

asked, “Is he your younger brother-in-law?”

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

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t

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

a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her

son. He took on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted

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

make so much money without any initial resources. He

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