No one taught the boy

"Good evening. We're sorry we are late."

Never in Finn's life had he thought he would be relieved to hear his father's voice at an important event. He never expected them to come. But tonight, he needed them. Hence, he briefly closed his eyes and heaved a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, everyone at the table turned their heads toward the entrance.

Standing there were two tall figures, both slim—the man in a full suit and the woman in smart formal attire. It was as though they had come straight from work. Behind them were middle-aged secretaries, lowering their heads upon seeing the other parties staring.

"I have no excuse," said Finn's father, his voice filled with remorse. "I apologize."

His wife didn't say anything and simply lowered her head slightly.

Charles and Jessa, who were clearly pissed, just huffed sharply.

"Please, sit down," Allison rose from her seat to welcome them warmly. "It's not that late, and we're just about to start."