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,

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saying that,

from her forehead, only to discover a thumb-sized

instantly tightened, and

long legs, Blake MacNeil practically crossed the

top of Old Mrs. Crawford’s head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it doesn’t hurt at all

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

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

soaked in dog saliva,

the bruised area, who knows if

with me to get

Crawford’s smile instantly froze:

feet, sometimes saying she wanted to feed the

wanted to give the

didn’t want

you scared? Last time I went for a

at all! It’s just that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone. Daddy

chimed

afraid of anything, why would she be scared of

shot is

leaning on her knees, watching the

welcomes an

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

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

tortoise, one cat,

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we name them?” Lilly Crawford tilted her head, looking at the wolf dog who was

and quietly moved behind

eyeing Polly with

the other hand, leapt from Lilly Crawford’s shoulder to Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged her head with her beak. “Hey, man, do you know what bigvent is about to

all in stride, offering no resistance

said, “You 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

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford, and Big Head

his eyes