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.

the flowerpot she was holding and wiped her hands with a towel as she walked over.

Oh, by the way,

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hair from her forehead, only to discover a thumb-sized red and slightly

she exclaimed,

Blake MacNeil practically crossed the

of Old Mrs. Crawford’s head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it doesn’t hurt at all I was playing with

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

however, frowned.

stone, soaked in dog saliva, hit Lilly’s

the bruised area, who knows if it broke

dinner, come with me to get a tetanus shot.”

instantly froze:

sometimes saying she wanted to feed the parrot, sometimes

give the wolfhound a

Crawford didn’t want to

you scared? Last time I went for a shot, you weren’t

herself, “Nonsense, I’m not scared at all! It’s just that the wolfhound isn’t feeling well… It was poisoned by someone. Daddy said its stomach got burned, so I have to feed it.”

chimed in,

afraid of anything, why would she be scared

is like

the steps, leaning on her knees, watching the wolf dog eat.

an additional member.

Polly’s position was unshakable, at least in her own mind, and Mr. Tortoise held the esteemed status

were also Bellflower, the calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who lost

one tortoise, one cat,

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her head, looking at

already become familiar in the house, wagged his tail and quietly

eyeing Polly with a

Lilly Crawford’s shoulder to Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged her

stride, offering no resistance or

said, “You say you

Bailey:

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can say is that it’s a major event, to the point where ‘rivers of blood’ wouldn’t be an exaggeration..

Bailey:

Josh Crawford, and