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?”

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

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saying that, he walked

from her forehead, only to discover a thumb-sized red and

and she

crossed the door

shining, as she reached out her little hand to touch the top of Old Mrs. Crawford’s head. Don’t

played the gate of

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

soaked in dog

bruised area, who knows

dinner, come with me to

Crawford’s smile

Lilly Crawford dragged her feet, sometimes saying she wanted to feed

wanted to give the wolfhound a

want to

Last time I

at all! It’s just that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned

Crawford chimed

afraid of anything, why would she be scared of a

shot is like getting sprinkled

sat crouched on the steps, leaning on

welcomes an

in her own mind, and Mr. Tortoise held the esteemed status

Bellflower, the calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who lost a

one

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head, looking at the wolf dog who was

already become familiar in the house, wagged his tail and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford. He acted

tree, eyeing Polly

on the other hand, leapt from Lilly Crawford’s shoulder to Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged her head with her beak. “Hey, man,

all in stride,

said, “You say

Bailey:

H

explanation is necessary.” For those who don’t, I won’t say much. All I can say is that it’s a major event, to the point where ‘rivers of blood’ wouldn’t be an exaggeration.. As for what it is, don’t bother asking. Even if I told you,

Bailey:

Crawford, and Big

squinted his eyes