"No, I didn't." Ross was unusually calm.
Yasmin snorted. "Of course not. They wouldn't let you in on such a classified matter, would they?"
"Then how did you find out about it?" he asked calmly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYasmin looked away and gently cleared her throat, saying, "I have my ways. Do not doubt my words. They're the
truth."
"I don't," Ross said casually, "I'm just curious since you said it's classified. Of course, you may claim you have spies,
but think about it. You've been conducting this research for years. How many people know about it?"
Ross steadily continued, "Or do you think you've done a better job at keeping secrets than the Hyderland
government?"
His series of questions stumped the queen. "Ross, you—"
Ross gently interjected, "Please don't get upset. You know I'm making sense, don't you?"
He had done some soul-searching over the past few days and concluded that talking back at his mother would not
work. Since Yasmin had grown accustomed to giving orders all these years, she would instinctively refute any
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdiffering opinions.
Worse, she would stop listening to what others said. Therefore, Ross had to communicate with her in ways that she
could accept.
Yasmin's expression stiffened. It was evident she was upset. Although Ross did not shout at her like last time, she
could make no retorts. Yasmin had to admit she had no proof—except Fred's claims—to back up what she said.