Receiving the necklace from Irene, Jason smiled at the girl before facing Fia again. "Your account number?"

Fia took out her phone and logged onto her bank app, then showed Jason the receipt she had received earlier. It was then Jason finally knew the name of this woman-Sia*. Well, only half of the name. Her surname was censored so he could only see her first name.

"What's your last name?" he asked instinctively.

"Stewart," Fia answered coldly. She could not afford to blow her cover, not yet. Especially not in front of Jason.

Hearing her surname, Jason nodded with a heavy heart and returned her the three million, which meant he even forfeited the profit.

"What about the profit you earned from the auction?"

"It's fine. I could put this necklace up for auction again." Jason said after a short moment of silence, "I hope we won't face another buyer like you again, Ms. Stewart."

"It's true. This necklace isn't worth three million. At best, this thing is only worth a few hundred thousand."

After saying that, Jason turned and left. Seeing him leave, Fia let out a sigh of relief. The man had changed after all. In the past, Jason was a warmer person. Now, he had lost that friendly temperament of his, making him seem so cold and unfriendly.

"Mommy, do you know that man?" Irene asked curiously.

Fia squatted down and hugged her children.

"No, I don't."

She did not want her children to know too much. It was her burden to bear, and hers alone. She had decided to start over with a clean slate. So, there was no point getting reconnected with her past. "But Mommy... If you don't know him, why are you feeling sad?" Adrian asked.

"No, Mommy's not sad. I'm just a little tired. That's all. You see, I didn't sleep well last night." Fia kissed her children's faces and said, "Let's go home and have a nap, shall we?" "Okay!" the twins answered excitedly.

Meanwhile, two women were looking at Fia and her children through their car window nearby. After observing for a while, Eileen asked, "Lyn, do you think that woman looks like Fia?"

Lyn shook her head and said, "No, they're not the same person. She was so rude to Mr. Evans just now. If she were Ms. Fia, she would never talk to him like that."

"Yeah, I suppose so." Eileen said in disappointment, "When I went to see her that day, she didn't exactly welcome me with open arms either."

"Eileen, Ms. Fia had passed on. She is probably resting in peace in the heavens by now. Who knows, she might have reincarnated and is living a better life. You can't keep living in the past like this anymore!" Eileen put a hand on her forehead and said, "Yeah, yeah. I know. Let's go."

When the car drove away, Fia turned and glanced at it. She had noticed it from the moment it parked there. Even though the car was brand new, the car plate's number was still the same.

Eileen was always like this, clinging onto the past. Even if she had bought a new phone for work, she would still keep the number that she had been using since high school. Fia had wanted to call that number in the past few years when she was feeling lonely in the night. Yet, she could never work up the courage to do it.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" Irene asked.

"Oh, it's nothing." Fia sighed.

Still, Fia had memorized the car's plate number.

When they arrived home, Fia quickly helped her children to wash their faces before bringing them to bed. They all had their own bedrooms. Adrian and Irene would always sleep in their own rooms at night. Right now, however, the twins refuse to go back to their rooms. They wanted to be with their mommy.

Sandwiched by her children on her bed, Fia could not help but think about Conrad as she stared at the ceiling. When she recalled how he limped around with his walking cane, Fia felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Everyone had changed in the past five years.

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