Chapter 118 I Can't Take It Anymore

• Frank was seated down on a chair and leant forward to the desk in front of him.
• "Seven minutes to go!" Matron Penelope said.
• Penelope had kept a table in front of the room and was seated on the chair beside it. Frank wrote down the answers to the question on his question paper. He let out a sigh the moment he had finished. He capped the top of his own and kept it in his breast pocket. He cross-checked the answers he had written on the paper.