Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel 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.

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

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

He glared at Blake with resentment.

Blake sneered, his eyes devoid of any hint of amusement. His voice dripping with coldness, he said, “Remember this, if I ever hear a single unpleasant word about my daughter again, next time, it’ll be a 180- degree twist.”

Parker’s body broke out in a cold sweat, and as the air conditioning blew on him, he shivered from the

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chill.

Lilly, who had just regained her senses, thought, Oh my goodness, Dad is so fierce-

However, she felt no worry or fear at all because Parker’s soul hadn’t left his body. That meant Dad hadn’t killed him.

It was just like Grandma always said: Dad was an absolute unquestionably good person. Whatever he did, there was always a reason behind it.

All Lilly had to do was trust Dad!

Sitting on the couch, she even reached into her little backpack and pulled out a carton of milk from the outer pocket. Swinging her little legs back and forth, she leisurely sipped from it.

Noticing Grace’s expressionless face, she pulled out another carton. “Here, Gracie, it’s milk! Drink up!”

Polly immediately chimed in, “Finish that bottle of milk and forget about that brat!”

Grace remained silent.

The annoying parrot didn’t stop there, continuing to stretch 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 milk! Mommy, I love.

It even mimicked two different tones perfectly.

Lilly listened intently, hanging on to every word.

She had experienced hardships in the Hatcher family during her childhood, and she had learned early on about the fickleness of human relationships. She was more mature than most children her age…

Perhaps if another four-year-old child were sitting here, they wouldn’t understand what the adults were talking about. But Lilly, on the other hand, already felt sympathy for Uncle Fowler, who had been. abandoned by his biological mother.

He must have been very sad when he was thrown away…

When she was three years old, her father had also abandoned her-of course, she now knew that Stephen was not her real father. At that time, she had felt great sadness too…

“And then?” Grace interjected, her voice was cold and clear, an unusual moment of initiative from her.

She wanted to know what decision Uncle Fowler had ultimately made between his biological mother and his adoptive parents.

If Uncle Fowler had given his biological parents even a penny in support, Grace felt she would look down upon him.

Madam Fowler continued, “My in-laws were kind-hearted and didn’t want to say much. After all, my husband was their biological child, and they had to consider his feelings. But my husband had the security guards kick them out directly. They didn’t give up and kept coming to cause trouble every few days. My in-laws were already in poor health, and this continued for two years. My mother-in-law passed away due to illness, and my father-in-law, deeply attached to her, followed soon after.

The Ferguson family even joined in, demanding their share of the estate.

But in the end, it was her in-laws who passed away, and hey had nothing to do with their family. It was certain that the situation wouldn’t end well.

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After another two years, her husband also passed away due to illness. His childhood condition was never completely cured, and coupled with the immense fortune he had painstakingly built, he couldn’t hold on

in the end.

Her health wasn’t good either, and she had never been able to conceive, leaving no descendants for the Fowler family. This was her most bitter regret deep in her heart.

“The Ferguson family presented a paternity test, claiming their relationship as my husband’s biological parents and demanding half of the inheritance through a lawsuit, Madam Fowler said with a smile. “But if my husband didn’t give them anything during his lifetime, why would I give them a single penny now?”

She had nothing if not money. Even if it meant spending tens of millions or hundreds of millions in legal battles, she would never let them inherit a single cent.

Lilly was puzzled. “Then why is this twisted-neck Uncle able to be here and drive such an expensive car?”

Madam Fowler’s eyes revealed a hint of despair…