At first, I wasn't comfortable with it, but Robert repeatedly assured me that Mia and Sophia wouldn't cause any trouble, so I reluctantly agreed.
But I hadn't expected that in Mia's eyes, only Sophia mattered, and Jessica was nothing.
Because Sophia loved spicy food, every meal had to be packed with spicy dishes, with no regard for Jessica's inability to eat spicy food.
Jessica, being sensible, chose to endure it each time.
With the SAT just around the corner, I didn't want any household disputes to affect her mood, so I kept swallowing my anger.
But today, Sophia's words struck a blow to Jessica's self-esteem. After getting scolded at school, she was now sitting at the table, clutching her fork, her head hanging low.
I could see big tears splashing onto the table, and I could clearly hear Jessica's quiet sobs.
I slammed my fork down and glared coldly at Sophia.
"Just keep your mouth shut if you have nothing nice to say."
"How dare you talk to me like that?"
Mia stormed out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of rice, and yelled right in my face.
"How can you say that way? You won't even let Sophia say a word?"