"Mom, I'm sorry, I seem to have messed up your gathering," Christian apologized with his head down as they left the Ramirez family's gate.

Alessia looked at her dramatic son and said, "Then how do you plan to compensate me?"

"Huh?" The little guy lifted his head nervously at once, his face showing no hint of apology.

Alessia tapped his little nose, "Alright, I didn't blame you. You did well tonight. It's me who didn't do well, shouldn't have brought you to ...