"No, I didn't," Ross said, 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, gently clearing her throat. "I have my ways. Do not doubt my words. They are the truth."

"I don't," Ross said casually. "I'm just curious, since you said it's classified. You may claim you have spies, but consider this: you've been conducting this research for years. How many people know about it?"

He continued steadily, "Or do you think you've done a better job 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 arguing with his mother would be unproductive. Years of giving orders had made Yasmin instinctively refute any dissenting opinion, and worse, she would cease listening altogether. Therefore, Ross had to communicate with her in a way she could accept.

Yasmin's expression stiffened. Her upset was evident. Although Ross hadn't shouted at her as he had last time, she found herself unable to retort. She had no proof—except Fred's claims—to substantiate her assertions.

The duke's words had resonated with her. Not only did she find his reasoning sound, but she also felt the need to continue the experiment. Therefore, she had chosen to believe it without further investigation.

"Ross, you've even learned to talk in circles like the Hylanders," Yasmin said meaningfully, instead of losing her temper.

Surprisingly, Ross didn't get upset. He took a step closer and slowly knelt.

Stunned, Yasmin watched as he gently placed his hand on her knees and gazed up at her. He muttered softly, "Mom, I'm lucky to have you around, especially at my age."