Esme's smile returned. "There's no need to be so overprotective. This is for you, after all." She extended the glass toward him.
"But I just had lunch," he protested, gently pushing the glass back in her direction. "Honestly, I don't need it right now. And since Daisy brought it, it seems a shame to waste it. You have it, love."
Esme, caught between his insistence and her own hesitation, felt helpless. Silas didn't leave an option for her. Disappointing him wasn't an option. With a nod, she relented and tilted the glass towards her lips, ready to down the juice.
In a sudden, desperate lunge, Daisy darted forward and snatched the glass away from Esme's grasp, her action abrupt and startling.
"You can't take that!" Daisy blurted with raw panic. "It's not yours, it's... I made it for Mr. Sullivan."
Esme recoiled in surprise, her eyes wide with confusion and concern.