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!

friend had been in a car accident, speeding and crashing

save his friend’s life, he suffered a 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 as a paralyzed

Blake

sneered, his eyes devoid of any hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if

body broke out in a cold sweat, and as the

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my

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

an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever

do was

backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer

expressionless face, she pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie,

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

Grace remained silent.

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 loves you

mimicked two

Grace remained

Fowler doesn’t know what

lying on the

the focus be

you—

pleaded for someone to call for emergency assistance,

“Is he your younger brother-in-law?”

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 gave him

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too explicit

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

fearing that Blake might

treated him as their son. He took on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and car, to

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carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained the surname, Ferguson.

his ability to make so much money without

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