"It's all because of you, you vixen." Sister An shouted angrily.
Lily, who was called out, froze in shock and looked up at Sister An.
Her face grew increasingly bewildered, and although she dared not argue with words, her expression conveyed it all.
How was this her fault? She was just someone to accompany in bed. When Huo Tianqi fell ill, there were maids and butlers; she couldn't be blamed for it.
Even as a servant, as a bed companion, her status was higher than that of the ordinary ones. Huo Tianqi's former butler had to be very careful when speaking to her.
"What, are you not convinced?" Sister An said, her voice sounding even angrier.
If it weren't for seductresses like Lily hooking up with Huo Tianqi in bed and exhausting him, how could he have gotten a fever out of the blue?
Someone who caused harm to their master like this deserved a good beating.
