"Ren," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the jovial atmosphere like a blade. "We need to talk." The serious woman said in Japanese.
Ross crossed his arms, leaning casually against the hood of his car as he observed the interaction with interest.
It wasn't every day that guests arrived uninvited, let alone ones who commanded such an air of authority.
Ren straightened slightly, her playful expression fading as she met the older woman's eyes.
"What are you doing here, Mother?" she asked, her tone a mix of irritation and curiosity.
The younger woman beside Ren's mother stepped forward, her gaze sharp but not hostile.
"We came to bring you home, Ren," she said simply, her Japanese accent giving her words a melodic lilt.
Ren's brows furrowed, and she folded her arms.
"Home? I am home," she said defiantly. "I'm not going anywhere." Ren used English which annoyed her mom.