Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 413

hapter 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!

car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge

cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech was reduced to incomprehensible

he didn’t want to end up as

glared at Blake

voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll be a 180-

cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered

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chill.

her senses, thought, Oh

worry or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left

like Grandma always said: Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person.

had to do

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

pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s milk! Drink

bottle of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk

even mimicked two different

Still, Grace remained silent.

doesn’t know what to do,

on

the focus

you—

help him, Parker pleaded for someone to call for emergency assistance, but his

he

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 away to another

Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

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

to hear such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist her neck

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

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Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler while Parker

by his ability to make so much money without any initial resources. He was almost as

him was a last resort since they had no money for treatment, and he would have died if he stayed at home. She even dared to suggest that

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