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!

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

high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for

didn’t want to end up as

at Blake with resentment.

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

out in a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew

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chill.

who had just regained her senses, thought,

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

was an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever he did, there was always

do was trust Dad!

her little backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer

out another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s

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

Grace remained silent.

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 loves

two different tones

Grace remained

Fowler doesn’t know what

lying on the ground, fumed.

the focus be on me

you—

Parker pleaded for someone to call

“Is he your

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

Fowler couldn’t be too

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

Lilly to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might

own. 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 and car, to cure my husband. And when he grew

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

ability to make so much money without any

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