The third family's Linda asked, "Will Martin come visit our show later?"

I responded indifferently, without any pretense, "No."

Linda noticed my lack of expression and forced a laugh, not pursuing the topic further.

But others continued to ask about my marriage with Martin.

Not just them, but the show's crew and netizens also wanted to know about our marital status.

There were times when reporters asked Martin about our relationship, but he never publicly discussed our marriage.

Now that I'm participating in this reality show, I've become their target for questions.

"Gloria, I remember you and Martin were very active on screen together back then. It seemed like after you got married, you gradually faded from the public eye. Did you want to be a full-time housewife?"

I felt a bit impatient and was about to decline the question when the four children playing together started to argue.

"Wow--"

A little girl burst into tears.

Linda and her husband quickly comforted the girl, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

The girl pointed at a little boy playing with a Barbie doll on the floor, "Leo bullied me. He took all my toys and won't let me play with them."

I looked over at the little boy.

I noticed that he not only ignored the crying girl but deliberately broke the Barbie doll's leg.

I frowned slightly.

If I'm not mistaken, this little boy is the son of the chairman of the investment company backing this show.

Clearly, the Linda couple didn't dare offend the boy and comforted their daughter, "Alright, alright, don't cry. Daddy will buy you another one later."

Similarly, the couple playing the boy's parents also didn't dare to scold him and tried to console the girl, "How about we buy two new ones? This one is broken. We don't need it anymore."

The girl wiped her tears, "No, I want this one. He took it from me."

Since this happened in my apartment, it was my responsibility to handle it.

I came to Pomelo and asked her, "Pomelo, is what Sister Rita said true?"

Pomelo nodded, "Mom, Sister is right. This boy took my toys too."

I took the broken-legged Barbie doll from the boy's hand, "Leo, these toys were shared by Pomelo. You should be thankful to her."

"Whatever I take is mine."

The boy tried to snatch it back, but I moved it out of his reach.