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!

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

injury, forever paralyzed and unable

felt tears welling up; he didn’t want to end up

at Blake with

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

broke out in a cold sweat, and as the air

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chill.

her senses, thought, Oh

all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That

unquestionably good person.

to

of milk

Grace’s expressionless face, she pulled out another carton.

chimed in, “Finish that bottle of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

continuing to stretch its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you! Wow,

mimicked two different tones

Still, Grace remained silent.

know what to do,

on

focus be

you—

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

asked, “Is he your younger

emergency services, she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old, his birth mother gave him away

Madam Fowler

given away to another family was

harsh reality,

the Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and car, to cure my husband. And when

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Madam Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler

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

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 throwing him away might have. led to a wealthy family

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