He stepped forward, his voice low and blatantly threatening: "If you keep making a scene, I won't even cover your medical expenses! You can just wait to be kicked out of this house and end up on the streets!"
Vanessa added fuel to the fire at the opportune moment, a smug smile playing on her lips: "Clara, just listen to Liam. You really can't do design anymore in your current state. Could you give me those original design drafts in your studio for safekeeping? They're all your hard work. I can keep them for you and organize them, just in case you need them later."
I sneered inwardly. Original design drafts? They contained the core concepts of all my works, more important than patent certificates. They wanted to eliminate me completely, leaving me no chance to turn the tables.