“It’s just some manuscripts and a room, what’s there to be reluctant about?” Liam frowned, his tone full of impatience. “Are you going to keep occupying the master bedroom in this state? Listen to me, hand over the manuscripts, move them to the second bedroom, and this matter will be over.”
Watching them work together, I knew that further resistance would only invite harsher retaliation. I lowered my eyelids, concealing the surging hatred in my eyes, and spoke as softly as a feather: "...Fine, I'll hand it over, I'll move it."
Liam's expression softened. He patted my shoulder, his tone a condescending comfort: "That's a good girl. I'll have Auntie help you pack your things tomorrow."
He helped me walk to the second bedroom, with Vanessa following behind, her steps as light as a sparrow that had stolen some candy.
The second bedroom was small and dark, with old furniture, a stark contrast to the spacious and bright master bedroom. Liam helped me to bed, told me to "get some rest," and then turned around and went back to the master bedroom with Vanessa, not even closing the door properly for me.