Lola and her mother simply smiled gently as the kids eagerly led Frost out of the manor, finding it rather adorable.
"Come then Lola, there's lots we need to discuss heheheh." Yarrow placed his muscular arm around his daughter's shoulders as if preventing her escape. Chia did much the same, leaning over and clamping her arm against her chest. At a simple look it appeared as though a loving couple were leading their daughter gracefully into another room but if one looked closer, passed the smiles and happy faces it was more reminiscent of a convict being walked to the gallows. Lola felt a strong sense of regret in regards to her earlier gusto and promises in taking over her father's burden. She weakly looked behind hoping for her husband to come to her rescue, but he was already gone, chasing after the kids and Frost. She felt like crying, powerless to resist as she was escorted into an office.
