"Perhaps in a week's time."

“Alright. After a brief pause, she asked, “Are you aware of who your heart donor was?"

"Some donor from the hospital." He didn't seem too curious about the matter.

Regardless of the donor's identity, they were no longer living.

"It was Debora," revealed Camila.

"Debora?" Aldrin looked stunned.

"How is that possible?"

He swiftly changed the topic.

"I've long suspected she was behind my mother's death, but couldn't substantiate it. Now that she's gone, it feels like a load off my chest."

Camila looked at him, pausing for a moment before finally disclosing, “She confessed..."

“Confessed what?" he asked, growing anxious.

“Just let me finish," Camila replied patiently.

He immediately fell silent.

"She confessed to killing your mother. She agreed to donate her heart to you as an act of repentance. With her passing, you two are even," she tried to reassure him.

Aldrin looked taken aback.

The heart that now beat in his chest was donated by the person responsible for his mother's death.

It was inconceivable!

"Camila, is this some kind of cruel joke?" He refused to believe it.

"In reality, it's not a grand tragedy. She was on her deathbed, and had she not donated her heart, you'd be dead too. Would your mother want to witness your death? She would want you to live a full life," said Camila.

"A life for a life?" He let out a bitter chuckle.