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!

in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a

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

didn’t want to end up as

Blake with resentment.

of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again,

the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered from

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chill.

had just regained her senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is

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

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

do was trust

out a carton of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back and forth,

pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie,

that bottle of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

there, continuing to stretch its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of

mimicked two different tones perfectly.

Grace remained

know what to

on the ground,

focus be on me now?

you—

him, Parker pleaded for someone to call

he

expression 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

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be

truth was too harsh and cold. Saying that he was given away to another family

hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might

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

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husband carried the surname Fowler while

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

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