Although her foster parents are very good to her, they are very busy with work and do not have much time to dress themselves up. Clara gets up every morning, dresses, brushes her teeth, combs her hair, eats breakfast, and then follows her foster father's car to kindergarten.

"What an independent good child!" Freya praised her, thought for a while, and asked tactfully, "By the way, what do Matthew's parents do?"

"My dad is a construction engineer, and my mom is a nurse."

Upon hearing this, Freya nodded, "Although it is not a high-level job, being able to send Clara to a prestigious kindergarten means that the family background should be good."

She asked a few more questions, and Clara answered them seriously.

At this moment, Clara's phone rang.

She picked it up and saw that it was her mom calling.

Excitedly, she answered the call obediently, saying, "Mama."

"Where are you? I'll come to pick you up now and take you to buy a few sets of clothes."

Jasmine was in the car at this time, wearing oversized sunglasses that almost covered her entire face.

It seemed that she had gone to great lengths to conceal her identity.

"Mom, wait a moment, I'll send you my location."

After Clara finished speaking, she opened WeChat and sent her location.

Jasmine on the other end received the message and calmly said, "I happen to be nearby, I'll be there in about ten minutes, wait for me at the entrance."

"Okay, Mommy."

After hanging up the phone, Clara looked apologetic at Freya, "Auntie, I'll be leaving soon, my mom is taking me out."

Freya gently patted her soft hair and nodded, "Alright, when your mom arrives, I'll escort you out."

"Mmm."

After just coming downstairs, Matthew heard the news that Clara was leaving, feeling somewhat disappointed, "You're leaving so soon after just arriving?"

"I have some things to take care of, I'll come over to play when I have time."

Clara stood in front of Matthew, pinched his cheek, and said with a smile, "If you don't mind that my house is smaller than yours, you can come to my place to play."

"Really? Can I?" Matthew's eyes lit up.

Clara nodded vigorously.

About ten minutes later.

Freya and Matthew accompanied Clara to the door, and soon a bright red sports car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

"My mom is here, Auntie goodbye."

"Goodbye, Matthew!"

"Goodbye, Matthew."

Matthew waved at her. Freya frowned heavily, her eyes landing on the sports car. If she remembered correctly, Matthew said her mother was a nurse, and her father was a construction engineer. They were a couple who had a daughter later in life, both around forty years old. However, the woman in the car, despite wearing big sunglasses, didn't look like she was in her forties. What was more, the car itself was quite valuable. No matter how well off the Ma family was, they couldn't possibly afford a car worth millions. Freya suddenly became curious about the woman in the car and what kind of person Matthew's mother really was. Approaching them, she stopped Matthew before she got into the car and said, "Matthew, you forgot your gift. This doll is a welcome gift from Auntie." Clara turned around, took the doll, and thanked Auntie. Freya ruffled her hair and said, "You're welcome." Jasmine, impatient with Matthew's delay, urged her to get in the car, saying, "Matthew, we should go."

"Okay, mom." Clara waved to Freya and got into the car. Freya's eyes swept towards the woman, her eyebrows furrowing. Although the woman covered her face, the voice... why is it so familiar? Just as Freya was about to take a closer look, the woman immediately closed the window, started the engine, and drove off. In that moment, Freya felt that the car was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. She turned to Ma Man and asked, "Has that woman in the car been to your kindergarten?" "No, Matthew's parents are not that young." This was strange. If Clara already had parents, why did she still call this woman 'mom'?

Could it be... Freya had a thought flash through her mind, frowning deeply. She picked up her phone and quickly called Clara. The phone rang for a long time, but there was no answer. Inside the car, Clara watched the phone ringing incessantly, hugging herself and not daring to answer. Sitting in the front, Mommy had a very unpleasant expression on her face, she knew Mommy was not happy, so she didn't dare to provoke her anger. Jasmine felt uneasy, not paying attention to the red light in front, almost running through it. Luckily, she quickly hit the brakes, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable. Just now, she inadvertently turned her head and saw a woman standing by the car window, who turned out to be... Freya! So the classmate Clara came to see is Freya's son? Jasmine was in a bad situation, fortunately she had disguised herself before coming out, otherwise her identity would have been exposed.

She turned back and glanced at Clara, sternly said, "In the future, you are not allowed to associate with this male classmate, Mommy doesn't like him or his family."

"Why?" Clara looked at Jasmine puzzled, her eyes filled with grievances, "Mǎn Mǎn and his family are very nice, I really like them!"

"Clara, have you become defiant now? Why are you arguing with adults?" Jasmine said, "I said I don't like them, so you should not associate with them in the future. Otherwise, I will contact your father and mother immediately to transfer you to another school."

Clara was scolded and pouted grievously.

She had no idea what she had done wrong, why was Mommy so angry.

"Got it, Mommy!"

In the end, she obediently agreed.

In the villa—

Freya sat on the sofa, carefully thinking back to where she had seen that car.

And that voice, why was it so familiar.

She called Ella to investigate the background of Clara's parentage.

For some reason, she always felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Half an hour later, Ella reported that Clara had already transferred to another school.

Upon hearing this news, Freya was shocked, "How could she transfer out of the blue?"

"The principal only mentioned that it was due to Clara's parents' work reasons, so she transferred. The principal did not want to disclose any further information."

Freya's furrowed brows deepened even more. She was so fond of Clara, and she would be devastated to know that she had transferred.

"What about Clara's parentage background, did you find anything?"

Ella handed her a stack of documents, "This is all we've managed to find so far. Take a look for yourself."

"Okay."

Freya skimmed through the documents quickly and soon found what she was looking for.

The information written is the same as what Clara said, father is a construction worker, mother is a nurse. There are no other issues. Then...who is the woman who came to pick up Clara? Freya closed her eyes and thought deeply. The more she thought, the more she felt something was wrong, but suddenly a shadow flashed before her eyes.