Spoiled by Eight Uncles

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.

was holding and wiped her hands

fist against his lips. “Yeah. Oh, by the way, I need

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saying that, he walked

hair from her

and she

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

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

played the gate of throwing stones with the dog, animatedly describing

Levine, however,

stone, soaked in dog saliva,

the bruised area, who knows if it

dinner, come with me to get

instantly froze: “P”

to feed the parrot, sometimes the cat, and sometimes mentioning

to give the wolfhound a name.

didn’t want to

time I went for a shot, you weren’t

all! It’s just that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone. Daddy said its stomach got burned,

Crawford chimed

afraid of anything, why would she be

is like getting sprinkled with water-

sat crouched on the steps, leaning on her knees, watching the wolf dog

welcomes an additional

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

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

one cat,

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name them?” Lilly Crawford tilted her head, looking at

wagged his tail and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford. He acted as if he was a

perched on a tree, eyeing Polly with a hunting stance.

shoulder to Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged her head with her

took it all in stride, offering no resistance or retaliation.

say you don’t

Bailey:

H

is necessary.” For those who don’t, I won’t say much. All I can say is that it’s a

Bailey:

Crawford, and