"Of course not, mom." Andrew's grin vanished instantly.
"You think I'm stupid?" Zara demanded, her face twisted with fury.
"I would never dream of it, Mom." Andrew's head lowered in embarrassment.
"So make me understand, you...my eldest and most reasonable son ....knew about this charade all this time and you didn't deem it fit to inform your mother?" Zara's tone echoed with betrayal.
"I…I... might have h....had a clue." Andrew stuttered, suddenly feeling like a five-year-old boy before his authoritatively enraged mother.
"Might have had a clue?!" Zara's voice rose, echoing through the room. "Are you seriously trying to provoke me by lying to my face?"
"Mom... please." Andrew slowly stood up, his hands clasped together. "Please... shouting isn't good for your blood pressure."
