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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.

a high-level spinal cord injury, forever

tears welling up; he didn’t want to end up as a paralyzed invalid!

at Blake with resentment.

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

body broke out in a cold sweat, and as the

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chill.

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

fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t

unquestionably good

to do was trust

she even reached into her little backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from

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

chimed in, “Finish that bottle of

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

even mimicked two different

Grace remained

what to do,

the ground,

be on me

you—

to help him, Parker pleaded for someone to call

he your

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

of Lilly, Madam Fowler couldn’t be

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

harsh reality, fearing that Blake might twist

Fowler family name. My parents-in-law exhausted their entire fortune, selling their house and car, to

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Fowler’s husband carried the surname Fowler while Parker Ferguson retained the surname,

was in awe of Uncle Fowler, impressed by his ability to make so much money

Fowler continued, “Once 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.

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

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