Sure enough, Liam immediately chimed in, his tone firm and unwavering: "Vanessa is right. Your manuscripts are just gathering dust in the studio, so you might as well give them to her. Also," he paused, revealing his true purpose, "Vanessa needs to prepare materials for becoming K's apprentice, and she needs a spacious and bright place. The master bedroom has the best lighting and the largest space, so you can move to the second bedroom, and she can have the master bedroom."
Give up the original design drafts, give up the master bedroom.
This is trying to kick me completely out of this family, out of my life's work.
I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms, the pain making my vision blur. I looked up, my face filled with despair and helplessness, my voice choked with sobs: "That's my original manuscript... I spent countless sleepless nights drawing it... The master bedroom is where we lived together for seven years..."