Chapter 827

It was a warning.

Lizzie looked at him with a pale face, "Roxy is your cousin, your blood relative. Yet, you treat her this way?"

"She has continuously caused trouble, so she deserves to be punished. Otherwise, she'll continue to think she's very clever," Blake said slowly and lazily.

Lizzie's expression was extremely unpleasant. She said in a low voice, "Technically, she didn't do anything wrong. She just handed those things to Aunt Anne; it's a fact."

Blake didn't even raise his gaze, his tone unchanged: "What happens between Yasmin and I is none of anyone's business."

He glanced at her.

Their eyes met, and Lizzie felt inexplicably guilty. She lowered her head. "Maybe she just wanted to help you find your way back."

"I know whether she did it for me or herself." Blake lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the bowl of soup, "Something is in this soup, right?"

He could tell at a glance. Previously, Annalise asked Yasmin to give him a bowl of soup too.

He could taste an odd med