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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!

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.

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

didn’t want

glared at Blake

this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next

the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered from the

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chill.

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

all because Parker’s soul

unquestionably good person. Whatever he did, there was always

Lilly had to do

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

she pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s

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

Grace remained silent.

two bottles of milk for you!

even mimicked two different

remained

doesn’t know what to do,

the ground, fumed.

focus be on me now?

you—

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

he your younger

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 three years old, his birth mother gave him away to another family to raise. Later my mother-in-law found

front of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be too

was given away to another family was essentially

a harsh reality, fearing

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

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the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained the surname, Ferguson.

in awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make

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

could never forget the face of that old woman, who seemed almost proud of her actions, saying, “Look, he’s cured now, isn’t he? If I hadn’t thrown you away, would the Fowler family have found you and given you such a good

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