It was inevitable that Lola would be distracted with so many dogs to look at. Her attention was drawn from the white Pomeranian to the golden retrievers in another pen. “Wow! Golden doggies! They’re so pretty!”

Her gaze soon wandered from the retrievers. “Daddy! That doggie there looks good too, the one with blue eyes! Oooh, that one with long fur is very cute, it looks like a little old man!”

Lola kept looking here and there; if given a choice, she would have taken home every dog she saw.

Skylar gently stroked his daughter’s hair and said with a touch of resignation, “Sweetheart, you’re only allowed to pick one doggie, alright? One that you like best.”

In all honesty, his fortune was so vast that it was entirely possible for him to buy one of every dog breed in the world. Buying every dog in this facility would barely make a dent in his finances. However, Lola was still a child in the process of growing up, and there were some important life lessons that she needed to understand.

One of these lessons was that she had to learn how to make trade-offs for something she wanted.

Lola nodded vigorously when she heard what Skylar said. Turning her gaze back to the dogs in the pens, she looked them over again even more intently than before.

hurry her either; he merely

one direction and asked softly, “Daddy,

pup lying on the ground. It looked as if it was about to die and did not appear to be more than a month old. It had suffered a very serious injury to its leg, which was still bleeding. The pup must have been trampled on earlier when the dogs were lunging at the sides of

to sense Lola watching it. Lifting its head with great difficulty, it

was as if the puppy was trying to tell the little girl that it did not wish

please?” What she meant was that she wanted Skylar to take the puppy to the animal hospital. However, she had not expected that her father would immediately agree and carry the injured pup out of

Skylar shook a tiny pill out of the pendant around his neck and crushed it into powder. After that, he pushed the powder onto his fingertips and held it to the

opened a little as it sniffed at the powder. Slowly, it extended its tongue and began licking at the powder on

stroked the site of the injury twice, then told Lola,

The poor doggie won’t die now?” Lola

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