"Victor, look! Luke and Zola are coming out."
Vera Warner was overjoyed to see the two little ones.
It had to be said, Luke and Zola had truly inherited their parents' good looks. They stood out among the other children, instantly recognizable.
Zola was still holding Luke's little hand; she doted on her younger sister more than anyone.
Strangely, however, the two children didn't seem particularly happy to see Vera Warner and Victor Morgan, who had come specifically to pick them up.
"Dad, Mom, you're here."
Zola said, a little listlessly.
"What's wrong, sweetie? Why are you unhappy? Did someone bully you?"
Vera Warner was very worried.
"It's nothing much, really. The day before yesterday, during lunch, Luke made a small exploding balloon."
"But because another student bumped into her, the balloon accidentally popped on the dining table and spilled food."
