On this particr day, Victor just couldn’t sleep well. He approached Abel for a chat. “Do you think


    Wynter will pass?”


    Abel, visibly tormented, replied, “Grandpa, you’ve asked me this like ten times already. Yeah, she’ll


    pass!”


    Victor couldn’t shake his worries. “Did I perhaps set the bar too high with a CGPA of 3.5? Your brother


    didn’t even score that much.”


    Abel, stifling a yawn, quipped, “Grandpa, you can’t exactlypare Quinton to Wynter.”


    Quinton was left speechless. Quinton remained defiant, his voice cold, “Grandpa, I just don’t


    understand why you’re standing up for her.


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