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?”

by the way, I need to go upstairs to take

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that,

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

tightened, and

Blake MacNeil practically crossed the door in just two steps,

her little hand to touch the top of Old Mrs. Crawford’s head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it

being honest, narrating how she played the gate of throwing stones with the dog, animatedly

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

dog saliva, hit Lilly’s

area, who knows

me to get

smile

sometimes saying she wanted to feed the parrot,

to give the wolfhound

want to go

scared? Last time I went for a shot, you

wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone. Daddy said its stomach got burned, so I have to feed

chimed in,

afraid of anything, why would she

shot is like getting sprinkled

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

family welcomes an additional

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

there were also Bellflower, the calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who

one cat, and two

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them?” Lilly Crawford tilted her head, looking

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

perched on a tree, eyeing

shoulder and playfully nudged

all in stride, offering

say you don’t

Bailey:

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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, you wouldn’t

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford,

his eyes and