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 bridge pillar. His neck twisted at an eerie

his friend’s life, he suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech was

up; he didn’t want to end up as

Blake

“Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll be a 180- degree

as the

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chill.

who had just regained her senses, thought, Oh my goodness,

Parker’s soul hadn’t

Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person.

Lilly had to do was

she even reached into her little backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer

another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s milk! Drink up!”

bottle of milk and

Grace remained silent.

parrot 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!

mimicked two different tones perfectly.

Grace remained silent.

know what

the ground,

the focus be on

you—

call for emergency

he your

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

Madam Fowler

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

want Lilly to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her neck 90 degrees later…

on the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and car, to

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

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

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