"Sure," I said, watching his face relax before dropping the bomb.
Then, I gently burst his bubble.
"But not my studio."
He fiddled with his prayer beads, as if dealing with trivial matters.
"It's just furniture. I'll have movers relocate you tomorrow."
"Mia needs the sunny room upstairs for her health."
Every word was for Mia's benefit.
That room was crucial for my astronomical work, chosen specifically for me.
Now he was handing it over without a thought.
I scoffed.
"So, a sunny room will save her life? I didn't realize she was a plant. Can't she use the garden you designed if she needs sun? Does she need you to fight all her battles?"
Ethan snapped, "When did you become so cruel? Mia's suffered enough. How does helping her inconvenience you?"
Mia patted Ethan's chest, all worried smiles.
"Brother, stop. Don't fight because of me."
Her apparent selflessness only irked Ethan more.
"Mia, you're too kind. If Gia won't welcome you, I'll make sure you're comfortable elsewhere."
Before leaving, Ethan glanced at the untouched feast.
"Seems we won't be enjoying your grand meal, Gia. Keep it for yourself."
Blinded by his sister, Ethan had forgotten our anniversary entirely.