Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 448 He lost love

Veterinary clinic.

Blake MacNeil brought the wolfhound out. Previously, the wolfhound had been poisoned, appearing emaciated with dull fur, unable to stand.

After a few days of treatment at the clinic, it recovered remarkably. Although it still looked quite thin, its spirit had greatly improved.

Back at the Crawford’s house, Bettany Levine came out of the sunroom holding a pot of flowers. Upon seeing Lilly Crawford bringing back another dog, she exclaimed in surprise, “Is this the wolfhound you mentioned before?”

Lilly Crawford, holding the dog’s leash, nodded and said, “Yes, Granny, can I keep it?”

They already had a cat and a dog at home, and Lilly Crawford wasn’t sure if Granny would agree. If she didn’t, then Daddy could take it back to MacNeil’s house.

Bettany Levine nodded and said, “Sure, you can. However.”

Lilly Crawford felt a tightening in her heart.

-Bettany Levine looked at the wolf dog.

It was tall, but too thin.

“Tell Margaret to get some food! It’s so skinny,” she exclaimed.

Lilly Crawford let out a sigh of relief and exclaimed happily, “Thank you, Granny!”

She started running inside with the dog when suddenly she heard Bettany Levine say, “Wait!”

Lilly Crawford’s heart tightened again… Did Granny change her mind?

“Granny?” she turned around, puzzled, and asked.

Bettany Levine squinted her eyes and stared at Lilly Crawford’s forehead. “What happened to your forehead?”

This time, Blake MacNeil’s heart tightened.

He didn’t apply any medicine this time!

Such a small red swelling, Old Mrs. Crawford noticed it.

Blake MacNeil ruffled Lilly Crawford’s head, accidentally pushing her stray hair down to form bangs that covered her forehead.

“It’s nothing, just a mosquito bite,” he said.

Bettany Levine placed the flowerpot she was holding and wiped her hands with a towel as she walked over. “Is that so?”

lips. “Yeah. Oh, by the way, I need to go upstairs to take care

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that, he

Lilly Crawford’s stay hair from her forehead, only to discover a thumb-sized

face instantly tightened, and she exclaimed,

the door in just two steps,

her little hand to touch the top of Old Mrs. Crawford’s head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it doesn’t hurt at all I was playing with the dog, and it

the gate of throwing stones with the

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

stone, soaked in dog saliva,

the bruised area, who knows if it

come with me to get

Crawford’s smile

dinner, Lilly Crawford dragged her feet, sometimes saying she wanted to feed the parrot, sometimes the cat, and sometimes mentioning

give the wolfhound a

Crawford didn’t want to

scared? Last time I went

Crawford defended herself, “Nonsense, I’m not scared at all! It’s just that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone. Daddy said its stomach got burned, so I have to feed

Crawford chimed

isn’t afraid of anything, why would she

getting a shot is like

steps, leaning on her knees, watching the wolf

family welcomes

unshakable, at least in her own mind, and Mr. Tortoise held the esteemed

these two unwavering members, there were also Bellflower, the calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who lost a companion, and the

tortoise, one cat, and

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should we name them?” Lilly Crawford tilted her head, looking at

who had already become familiar in the house, wagged his tail and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford. He acted as if he was a

perched on a tree, eyeing Polly with a hunting

playfully nudged

all in stride, offering no

“You say

Bailey:

H

say is that it’s a major event, to the point where ‘rivers

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford,

squinted his eyes and glanced