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!

Just last month, his friend had been in a car accident, speeding and crashing into a bridge pillar. His neck twisted at an eerie angle on impact.

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

felt tears welling up; he didn’t want

Blake with

“Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about

body broke out in a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on him,

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chill.

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

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

good person. Whatever he did, there was always a reason behind

had to do was

milk from the outer pocket. Swinging

she pulled out another

of milk and forget

Grace remained silent.

its neck and theatrically exclaim, “Class 3F, Grace, Grace! Your mommy has two bottles of milk for you! Wow, your mommy loves you so much! Sweetie, this is your favorite

two different

Grace remained

what to do,

on the ground,

be

you—

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

he your younger

she said. My husband had poor health as a child. When he was three years old,

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 a child on the verge

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

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

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husband carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson

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

my husband became successful, his biological mother came knocking on our door. She claimed 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 that throwing him away might have. led to a

woman, who seemed almost proud of her actions, saying, “Look, he’s cured now, isn’t he? If I

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