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 of

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that, he

from her forehead,

and she exclaimed,

long legs, Blake MacNeil practically crossed the door

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

the gate of throwing stones with the dog, animatedly describing the

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

dog saliva, hit Lilly’s

bruised area, who knows

with me to

smile instantly

feet, sometimes saying she wanted to

give the

want to go

time I went for a

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

chimed

of anything, why would she

a shot is like

on the steps, leaning on her knees, watching the wolf

welcomes

pets, Polly’s position was unshakable, at least in her own mind, and Mr. Tortoise held the esteemed status of

calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who lost a companion, and

bird, one tortoise, one cat, and

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

house, wagged his tail and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford.

eyeing Polly with

other hand, leapt from Lilly Crawford’s shoulder to Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged

it all in stride, offering no resistance or

said, “You say you don’t

Bailey:

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no 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..

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford, and

squinted his eyes and