Chapter 448

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?”

Blake MacNeil coughed, pressing his fist against his lips. “Yeah. Oh, by the way, I need to go upstairs to take care of something.”

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After saying that, he walked away.

Bettany Levine bent down and lifted Lilly Crawford’s stay hair from her forehead, only to discover a thumb-sized red and slightly bruised bump.

Her face instantly tightened, and she exclaimed, “Blaagaake Maaaaac Necccccceil!”

With his long legs, Blake MacNeil practically crossed the door in just two steps, disappearing from sight.

Lilly Crawford smiled, her eyes shining, as she reached out her little hand to touch the top of Old Mrs.

Crawford’s head. Don’t teorry, Granny, it doesn’t hurt at all I was playing with the dog, and it accidentally threw a stone that hit me.”

She was being honest, narrating how she played the gate of throwing stones with the dog, animatedly describing the fun they had.

Bettany Levine, however, frowned.

The stone, soaked in dog saliva, hit Lilly’s forehead….

Looking at the bruised area, who knows if it broke the skin?

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

Lilly Crawford’s smile instantly froze: “P”

After dinner, Lilly Crawford dragged her feet, sometimes saying she wanted to feed the parrot, sometimes the cat, and sometimes mentioning feeding the wolfhound.

She also wanted to give the wolfhound a name.

Lilly Crawford didn’t want to go anyway…

Big Head Hannah laughed. “Lils, are you scared? Last time I went for a shot, you weren’t like this!”

Lilly Crawford defended 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.”

Josh Crawford chimed in, “Exactly!”

Lils isn’t afraid of anything, why would she be scared of a sho For Lils, getting a shot is like getting sprinkled with water-

Lilly Crawford sat crouched on the steps, leaning on her knees, watching the wolf dog eat.

The family welcomes an additional member.

In the realm of pets, Polly’s position was unshakable, at least in her own mind, and Mr. Tortoise held the esteemed status of an elder.

Alongside these two unwavering members, there were also Bellflower, the calico cat, Bailey, the stray dog who lost a companion, and the wolfhound who had been poisoned.

One bird, one tortoise, one cat, and two dogs.

“What should we name them?” Lilly Crawford tilted her head, looking at the wolf dog who was eating.

listlessly.

Bailey, who had already become familiar in the house, wagged his tail and quietly moved behind Lilly Crawford. He acted as if he was a cushion.

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

Polly, on the other hand, leapt from Lilly Crawford’s shoulder to Bailey’s shoulder and playfully nudged her head with her beak. “Hey, man, do you know what bigvent is about to happen?”

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

Polly said, “You say you don’t know.”

Bailey:

H Polly shook her head and responded, “For those who understand, no explanation is 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 asking. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand.”

Bailey:

Lilly Crawford, Josh Crawford, and Big Head Hannah:

Pablo Belmont squinted his eyes and glanced at Polly.

Polly clearly enjoys nonsense literature…

Polly has a special identity. In addition to acting as enforcers of celestial creatures, her words serve as prophecies as well.

A major event with blood rivers?

…Pablo Belmont buried his head in the book and flipped through its pages.

At that moment, Bellflower suddenly leapt down from the tree and pounced towards Polly!

Startled, Polly squawked and flew up in the air, exclaiming, “Holy cow, holy cow!”

It was never expected that Lilly Crawford would dare lay a hand on it even in a playful manner.

A feather was plucked off its wings..

Indeed, it was a “river of blood” moment!

Pablo Belmont rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling easy. It had been a while since clues about Lilly Crawford appeared in the book, and he had a lingering sense of unease.

Lilly Crawford quickly scooped up Bellflower and placed it in front of her, admonishing, “Bellflower, you must not be mean to Polly, okay?”

Bellflower obediently crouched in front of Lilly Crawford, wearing a pitiful expression and meowing softly. Suddenly, Lilly Crawford thought and asked, “Di Polly bully you again at home?”

Bellflower: “Meow, meow, meow!”

Polly looked at this and couldn’t bear it anymore. It flew onto Lilly Crawford’s shoulder, tears welling up in its eyes. “Sniffle, sniffle, sniffle, Lilly, it’s all my fault. Rookie just wanted to get back at me. I’ll be fine.

I don’t want you to argue because of me!”

Lilly Crawford: “”

This statement seemed like an apology and admission of fault, yet something didn’t quite seem right.

Not sure, let’s look again.

Lilly Crawford tilted her head and glanced at Polly.

Polly held the pluck feather in its beak, struggling to put it back in place, wearing a look of sorrow. “It’s okay. I only lost a wing, but Rookie lost love!”

Lilly Crawford: “?”

Big Head Hannah: “?”

Josh Crawford: ……

Speechless indeed.

Where did this bird learn so many lines? What does it actually do at home most of the time?