So, I had to open the door.

Martin saw me wearing an apron, his eyes flickering with some emotion.

I had never cooked at home in the past five years, let alone made a meal for Martin.

He was dressed in a suit, holding a document in his hand.

I could tell it was the item I asked my assistant to give him.

Inside was a diamond ring.

He walked in, glanced at Pomelo, and then focused on me, "What made you decide to join a reality show?"

I retorted sarcastically, "Did you really think you could keep me like a bird in a gilded cage?"

Without waiting for his response, I took Pomelo's hand and led her into the kitchen.

Martin took out the wedding ring from the document.

Opening the box, he took out the ring.

Grabbing my wrist, he forcibly slid the ring back onto my finger.

7

Martin took out the box containing our wedding rings from a file.

He opened it and took out the diamond ring inside.

Grabbing my wrist, he forcibly slipped the ring onto my finger.

I've become more detached from everything, and while I was angry at Martin's actions, it wasn't enough to let my anger show, especially with Pomelo watching nearby.

I casually tossed the ring into the kitchen trash can, not bothering to look at Martin, and coldly said, "Get out."

Martin didn't look too upset. Instead, a hint of awkwardness crossed his face.

Ignoring him, he turned his attention to Pomelo, "Little girl, what's your name?"

In a sweet, childish voice, Pomelo replied, "I'm called Pomelo."

Martin asked, "Why are you here participating in this show?"

Pomelo responded, "Daddy and Mommy sent me here to make money to treat my little brother's illness."

Hearing Pomelo's words, I paused what I was doing.

Most of the kids participating in this variety show were the children of investors, celebrities, or wealthy families. How could Pomelo come from such an ordinary background?

Martin held Pomelo on his lap on the sofa, continuing, "What's wrong with your little brother?"

Pomelo lowered his head, his little face full of sadness, and shook his head, "My little brother has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant, but our family has no money."

The egg custard I made for Pomelo was ready.

Listening to Pomelo's words, I got lost in thought and reached for the custard bowl with my bare hands.

I screamed in pain as I burned myself, and the custard and bowl fell to the ground.

Martin saw this and quickly put Pomelo down, rushing over, "Let me see."