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

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that, he walked

bent down and lifted Lilly Crawford’s stay hair from her forehead, only to discover a thumb-sized red and

face instantly tightened, and she

crossed the door

Crawford’s head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it doesn’t hurt at all I was playing

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

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

stone, soaked in dog saliva, hit Lilly’s

bruised area, who

with me

Crawford’s smile instantly froze:

her feet, sometimes saying she wanted to feed the parrot, sometimes the cat, and sometimes mentioning feeding

to give the wolfhound a

didn’t want

are you scared? Last time I went for a shot, you

“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

chimed in,

anything, why would she be scared of

is like getting

crouched on the steps, leaning on

family welcomes

her own

the stray dog who

bird, one tortoise, one cat, and

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tilted her head, looking at the wolf

wagged his tail and

tree, eyeing Polly with

nudged her head with

took it all in stride, offering no resistance

said, “You say

Bailey:

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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

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford, and

eyes and