Several people were at their wits' end.
On one side, Eliza Long looked at the time and then at Rex Morales, who seemed to be in bad shape, and resignedly walked over.
Stealing a glance at those around her, she quietly slipped him a note.
Rex, not understanding at first, was stunned for a moment but, after reading the note, finally fully understood and quickly whispered, "You really are my dear sister."
Then he hurriedly began to copy.
"Are you done? Are you done?"
Fortunately, these wealthy young masters weren't usually idle; they indeed had some real skills. They each turned in their completed papers, and upon comparison, quite a few were correct.
"Oh, let's look at the groom's test paper."
A group gathered around to see Dylan Collins's paper.
"No way, did he really write it all out?"
"Let me see if it's correct."
"I can't believe it; it's all correct."
"Who would've thought, who would've thought, looks like we don't have to worry about our Hallie's children's IQ!"
