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!

month, his friend had been in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a

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

tears welling up; he didn’t want to end up as a paralyzed

glared at Blake with

with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if

a cold sweat, and as the air

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chill.

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

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

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

do was trust

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

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

“Finish that bottle of milk and forget about

Grace remained silent.

has two bottles of milk

two different

Grace remained

Fowler doesn’t know what to do, “Uh…”

the

Shouldn’t the focus be on me

you—

Parker pleaded for someone to call for emergency assistance, but

asked, “Is he

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

Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t

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

fearing that

After they found my husband 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

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surname Fowler while

of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money without

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