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?”

pressing his fist against his lips. “Yeah. Oh, by the way, I

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saying that,

Levine bent down and lifted Lilly Crawford’s stay hair from her forehead, only to discover

instantly tightened, and she exclaimed,

practically crossed the door in just two steps, disappearing

head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it doesn’t hurt at

narrating how she played the gate of throwing stones with

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

stone, soaked in dog saliva, hit Lilly’s

the bruised area, who knows if it

me to get a

Crawford’s smile instantly froze:

wanted to feed the parrot,

wanted to give the

didn’t want to

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

herself, “Nonsense, I’m not scared at all! It’s just that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone.

Crawford chimed

isn’t afraid of anything, why would she be scared

is like getting sprinkled

sat crouched on the steps, leaning

welcomes an additional

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

Bailey, the stray

tortoise, one

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head, looking at the wolf dog who was

and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford. He acted as if he

eyeing

Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged her head with

stride, offering no

said, “You say you don’t

Bailey:

H

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

Belmont squinted his eyes and glanced at