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?”

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

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that, he walked

lifted Lilly Crawford’s stay hair from her forehead, only to

tightened, and she exclaimed, “Blaagaake Maaaaac

long legs, Blake MacNeil practically crossed the door in just two steps, disappearing

out 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 describing

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

soaked in dog saliva,

area, who knows

with me to get

smile

to feed the parrot, sometimes

give the wolfhound

Crawford didn’t want

time I went for a

feeling well…

Crawford chimed

would she be scared

is

steps, leaning on her

family welcomes an additional

Polly’s position was unshakable, at least in her own mind, and Mr.

two unwavering members, there were also Bellflower, the calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who lost a companion, and the wolfhound

bird, one tortoise, one

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should we name them?” Lilly Crawford tilted her head,

his tail and quietly moved

on a tree, eyeing Polly with a hunting

shoulder and playfully nudged her head with her beak.

stride,

“You say

Bailey:

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necessary.” For 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

Bailey:

Crawford, Josh Crawford,

eyes