Jessica had always had the habit of drinking milk before bed. Ever since Mia moved in, she had eagerly taken over the task of heating up the milk.
I turned away, my tone indifferent.
"No need, Jessica's already asleep."
Mia frowned at the sight of Jessica sleeping in bed, muttering under her breath.
"She still needs to drink the milk before she sleeps. I'll wake her up."
"What are you doing?"
I grabbed Mia's arm.
"Jessica's already asleep. Why do you need to wake her up?"
Mia looked at me, then down at the glass of milk in her hand.
"So this milk's just going to go to waste?"
I rolled my eyes out of sheer exasperation.
I couldn't understand why cooking eight dishes for Sophia wasn't a waste, and spending twenty thousand dollars on prep classes wasn't a waste, but letting Jessica skip one glass of milk was?
Too tired to argue with her, I took the glass from her hand.
To Mia's astonishment, I downed the milk in one gulp.
"Now it won't go to waste, right?"
"You..."
Mia pointed at me, unable to find the words, and then stormed out of the room, her face contorted in anger.
Watching her furious retreat, I found it odd. Why was she so upset just because I drank the milk?