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    “How is it? Is it alright?” Flossie asked with concern.


    Levy picked up his phone again and sent the name and address of the veterinary hospital to Flossie. She could visit whenever she had the chance.


    “Thank you!” Flossie eximed joyfully, her eyes wide with happiness. There was a time when she had greeted him like this, overflowing with joy in her words.


    Now, when she saw him, it was with restrained politeness and distant coldness. He was less of a concern to her than the puppy she had just met.


    “I’ll arrange for someone to drive you home,” Levy said, then called the driver.


    “But…” Flossie looked worried.


    “You’re nning to stay and look after me all night? You want to sleep in my ward?” Levy inquired.


    His voice remained calm and pleasant, neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an undeniable sense of authority.


    Levy didn’t realize he was putting her on the spot.


    Embarrassed and anxious, Flossie looked down and replied, “No.”


    She hadn’t intended to stay with him the whole night. After all, she wasn’t his girlfriend. She understood it wasn’t right for her to do that.


    “I didn’t mean to upset you, Flossie. I appreciate your concern,” Levy sighed.


    Sometimes he was unsure how to handle her.


    “I know.”


    Then Flossie left the room, got into the car, and gave the driver the address of the veterinary hospital.


    “Miss Yount, aren’t you going home?” The driver had been given her home address by Levy beforehand.


    “You can just take me to the veterinary hospital. Thank you.”


    The puppy was in bad shape, with two broken legs and damaged internal organs. It had hurt its eye when it fell, and now its left eye was bandaged as ity weakly in the cage, receiving intravenous fluids.


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    When it spotted Flossie, it looked at her with moist eyes, following her movements.


    Flossie wasn’t its owner, but it seemed to rely on her, which touched her deeply.


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