Madam Powell hugged Quinn into her arms, gently stroking her head, and affectionately called out, "My dear granddaughter!"
Everyone looked at them, and in their hearts, they all understood that the most likely winner this time would still be Quinn, not only because she was talented, but also because she came from a prestigious family, making her the strongest competitor among them all.
"Quinn, how's your health?" Jacob asked with some concern.
Quinn smiled and replied, "I'm fine, brother. Don't worry about me. Besides, I've already prepared myself well. No matter what the test questions are this time, I can handle them!"
"Our Quinn is indeed outstanding, but that..." Madam Powell wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped and frowned with displeasure, "That person shouldn't be on the same stage with Quinn."
Quinn gently held Madam Powell's hand, her voice soft yet somewhat helpless, "Grandma, please don't say such things about Xaviera..."
