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!

accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted at

suffered a high-level spinal cord injury, forever paralyzed and unable to care for himself. His speech was

want to end

at Blake

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

as the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered from

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chill.

senses, thought, Oh my

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

was just like Grandma always said: Dad was an absolute unquestionably good

Lilly had to do was trust

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

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

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

Grace remained silent.

Your mommy has two bottles of milk for

two

Still, Grace remained silent.

know what to

lying on

focus

you—

him, Parker pleaded for someone to call

“Is he

expression turned complicated, 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

front of Lilly, Madam Fowler

was given away to

such a harsh reality, fearing that Blake might

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 up, he worked hard and

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carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson

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

that abandoning 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

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