For a moment, the room froze. Forks hovered mid-air. Plates rattled softly against the table.
The women stared at him, their eyes wide in shock.
"Wait… what?" one of them whispered, uncertain if she had heard him correctly.
"Did… did he just say he's going to save them?" another asked, her voice trembling.
Ross simply nodded, his expression unreadable.
There was no hesitation, no doubt in his voice, just quiet certainty.
The women's hearts skipped a beat—they had expected safety, maybe guidance, but not this.
Not a direct plan to march into danger, to rescue the people they had thought were beyond saving.
Confusion, disbelief, and a flicker of hope mingled in their minds, leaving them silent, staring at Ross as he leaned back in his chair, calm, composed, and ready for what would come next.
In Ross's case, there was going to be absolutely no downside to what he was about to do.
Not a single negative consequence would reach him.
