"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.
Yasmin 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, you've even learned to talk in circles like the Hylanders," Yasmin said meaningfully instead of losing her temper.
Surprisingly, Ross did not get upset. He took a step nearer and slowly knelt on one knee.
Stunned, Yasmin looked on as he gently placed his hand on her knees and gazed up at her. Ross then muttered gently, "Mom, I'm lucky to have you around, especially at my age.”
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