She entered the delivery room.

Her eyes progressively widened as she took in the pregnant lady who was dying.

"Is it you?"

The lady on the bed turned her head gently. The sight of Camila took her by surprise.

"Camila?!"

Perhaps they never expected they would one day meet on such an occasion.

It was probably because of the fact she had become a mother that Debora changed.

And now, the jealousy and resentment in her heart were gone.

While she was pregnant, something dawned on her.

Camila never owed her anything.

Isaac was not hers to begin with.

It was she who took Camila's place and took the opportunity to get close to him.

However, she took it for granted.

"You-""

Just as Camila was about to say something, Debora spoke in a feeble manner.

"I didn't expect to meet you when I'm dying." She lowered her eyes slightly and continued, “We graduated from the same school and worked in the same hospital. You're better than me in everything. I admit, I envied you, perhaps even more than I let on...”

Camila loathed Debora as well.

But now, as she observed the faintness of Debora's breath as if she could slip away at any moment, a profound sense of relief washed over her.

"You've undergone an amniotic fluid embolism. We're both doctors, so you should know that your prognosis is bad. If the worst were to happen, would you be willing to donate your heart?"

Debora was taken aback by Camila's straightforwardness.