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Chapter 419 Every Second to Annihilate Her

The veterinary clinic was the finest veterinary clinic in the neighborhood, and Blake had chosen it based on a quick search for the nearest one. To his surprise, it was bustling with people.

There were all sorts of pets, mostly cats and dogs, but also hamsters, parrots, and even rabbits and pigs…

Polly rested its head against the glass of its carrier, feeling like it had just stepped into a whole new world. It let out a little “wow,” mimicking the cute baby voice that was popular in short videos. “What’s this?!”

It stared at a small guinea pig cradled in its owner’s arms.

Lilly, busy attending to her duties, replied, “That’s a little piggy.”

Polly then fixated on a parrot that had been confined to a cage, its plumage shining as bright as it was

green.

“Hey buddy, are you a male or female?” Polly asked, remembering its previous mistake in flirting with the wrong bird.

But the parrot paid no attention, giving Polly the cold shoulder.

Lilly was accompanying Blake as they rushed their large wolfhound for emergency treatment and gastric lávage.

The father-daughter duo was undeniably striking, with Blake exuding tall, graceful charm and Lilly is a small, adorable bundle of softness. Their presence caught the attention of onlookers, who couldn’t help but turn their heads in admiration.

Seated in a chair outside the emergency room, Blake’s arm casually draped over the backrest, there was an air of protectiveness as if he was embracing Lilly in his arms.

His other hand rested on the head of the stray dog they had found.

The stray dog remained motionless, not daring to move.

It watched the constant stream of people with an expression of timidity and desolation in its

eyes.

Most of the dogs brought in for treatment were cradled by their owners, who wore expressions filled with compassion. These dogs were pampered and groomed, their fur clean and radiant.

It reminded the stray dog of its past, of being held in the arms of a loving owner.

But then, that owner had abandoned it, driving away to a place it didn’t recognize.

It had thought the owner was taking it out to play, so it happily scampered outside.

was already far away. It tried to chase after it, but no matter -how hard it tried, it couldn’t catch

it became lost, unable to find its

believed that its owner must have forgotten that it hadn’t boarded the car and that it

grew dim, and it shifted slightly, overcome by

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stray dog’s head, using it as a makeshift cushion, and calmly

darting glances at Blake, then shifting

the bustling lobby, a stunning girl craned her neck, starched the area, and quickly spotted Blake.

towering above others

glimmer of joy appeared in the girl’s eyes, and she

you are! How is the dog? Is it okay? What did the doctor

peering towards the emergency

had been gently stroking the dog’s

raised his gaze, his eyes coldly fixated on

demeanor and couldn’t

a startled “Ah?” and then paused for a moment

she couldn’t help but scream with

almost forgot about the presence of the dog. Seizing the opportunity, she smoothly took a seat beside Blake and continued to anxiously gaze towards the emergency

something poisonous? Some people these days

near the neighborhood who scattered meat bones laced with rat poison on the roadside, claiming that stray dogs were too annoying and

she found

infatuated, stuttering as she asked, “You agree, right… those people, how could they do such things… I tried to stop

his gaze (lirectly on Kelly. “Where exactly did

wolfhound?”

of excitement sent blood rushing to her brain, making it

precautions, she replied, “It was in an alley off

availability of search options. He opened his phone, and in no time, the screen transformed into a black background with green text, rapidly scrolling with data. As the screen brightened, it displayed

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remained expressionless as he

nonchalance and asked, “By the

names!”

Blake’s lack of response, she turned her gaze towards Lilly, wearing a friendly smile. “Little girl, what’s your

to mimic her father’s aloofness…

T

her attention to the stray dog beside her. “What’s wrong with your doggie? Where

extended with audacity,

her hand could make contact, Blake’s hand firmly rested on the dog’s head,

tone, Blake uttered, “Forget about the hand. I can help you chop it