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?”

coughed, pressing his fist against his lips. “Yeah. Oh, by the way, I need to go upstairs to take care of

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saying that, he

hair from her forehead, only to discover

face instantly tightened, and she exclaimed, “Blaagaake Maaaaac

MacNeil practically crossed the

reached out 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

gate of

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

dog saliva,

who knows if

come with me

Crawford’s smile

sometimes saying she wanted to

to give the

want

laughed. “Lils, are you scared? Last time I went for a shot, you weren’t like

that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone.

Crawford chimed in,

anything, why would

a shot is like

Crawford sat crouched on the steps, leaning on her knees, watching the wolf

welcomes an

Polly’s position was unshakable, at least in her own

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

bird, one tortoise, one cat,

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her head, looking at the wolf dog

house, wagged his tail and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford. He acted as if he was

a tree, eyeing Polly with a hunting

shoulder and playfully nudged her head with her beak. “Hey, man,

took it all in stride, offering no resistance

“You say you

Bailey:

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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

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford, and

eyes