Regardless, this matter was a big hassle, no, it was dangerous.
The best choice for him right now, to avoid such danger and trouble, would be to send Britney away, to avoid any contact with her.
That would be the best solution, but it was one Bernie could not choose. After all, Britney was once his wife, and he still had a trace of old affection for her. Forcing her to leave like this was something he could not bring himself to do.
As Bernie was looking out, the woman brought the blanket over, coldly threw it on the sofa, didn't even spare Britney a glance, turned around and went back into her room.
Bernie tucked the gun back into his waistband, strolled into the living room, and said slowly, "If you're hungry, there's food in the fridge. Help yourself."
