All Chapters of Our Debts Are Settled: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After the livestream ended, there was one million dollars in my account.Guglielmo Raimondi had transferred it.I stared at the string of numbers in a daze for a long time.I used the money to pay for my dialysis. When the needle pierced my arm, I gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound.Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice outside the hospital room. Through the crack in the door, I saw Guglielmo.It had been eight years since we'd last seen each other. He looked way prouder and more confident. His black suit was impeccably tailored. Four armed bodyguards followed closely behind him.But the man standing there was no longer the Guglielmo who had once told me he couldn't live without me.His succession ceremony had just ended. So, he hadn't even had time to change his clothes before rushing straight to this hospital.And it was all because his fiancee, Giulia Ponselle, had sneezed once. Right away, he brought her to the hospital for a checkup.I watched as he lovingly wrapped hi

Eight years ago, we couldn't find a suitable kidney donor.The toxins continued to ravage Guglielmo's body, and he grew weaker by the day. Dialysis could barely keep him alive, but it couldn't restore him to the healthy man he'd once been.After the doctor announced that my kidney was a match for his, I donated one of my kidneys to him.A black-market doctor made an incision in my side and replaced Guglielmo's left kidney with mine. The surgery was performed in an underground clinic that reeked of disinfectant. To save money, I chose general anesthesia for Guglielmo and only local anesthesia for myself.I could hear everything throughout the procedure—the clatter of metal instruments, the doctor quietly asking for a hemostat, and the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor.Ever since then, I'd occasionally felt a dull ache in my side. I had also grown accustomed to the daily swelling and sudden bouts of weakness. And because I didn't have enough money, I kept putting off the cost

Ever since I donated my kidney to Guglielmo, my body had become extremely weak. I could barely lift anything heavy. Even after walking a few steps, I would feel a terrible dull ache in my side.For most people, alcohol was a way to numb themselves. But even a small amount of it could cause my remaining kidney to shut down completely.I looked up at Guglielmo and forced a smile. "How could 300,000 possibly be enough? Can this clear off the one million dollars I borrowed?"Guglielmo's expression darkened. Then, he gritted his teeth and hissed, "Fine."After getting his answer, I smiled wryly. Without hesitation, I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and started drinking. I couldn't even taste it. I simply kept pouring it down my throat on instinct.My kidney was already barely functioning. The doctor had warned me not to drink even a single drop of alcohol.The burning liquor filled my mouth. My body instinctively gagged, and a tearing pain shot through my side. I nearly vomited.Everyo

When I woke up, I found myself back in the hospital.Giovanna was sitting beside my bed. The moment she saw me wake up, she grabbed my hand and said, "Annalisa, you suddenly passed out. I was so scared."I opened my mouth, but my voice was so hoarse that even I could barely hear it.The doctor came over and flipped through my test results with a grim expression. "Ms. Vittorini, your remaining kidney is failing. If we can't find a matching donor within three months, your life will be in danger."With that, he turned and walked away.I fell silent.Giovanna burst into tears.Finding a matching kidney donor within three months was practically impossible in our circle. I had never been valued by my family, so finding a compatible donor was extremely hard.I had thought that as long as I had enough money for dialysis, I could somewhat keep myself alive, even if it was just barely. I never expected my condition to progress to kidney failure anyway.Perhaps fate had already sealed

I thought the whole ordeal was finally over.One afternoon, Giovanna sent me a link followed by a string of exclamation marks.I opened it.It was a post in the family circles. The poster worked in the funeral industry, and their profile picture was a silhouette of a row of tombstones.He wrote, "I had a client recently. She was a pale, tall young woman who came alone to look at burial plots. She said she wanted a grave by the sea with plenty of sunlight. I asked whether it was for an elderly family member. She said she was buying it for herself."Attached was a photo of a woman's side profile. It wasn't very clear. Someone had secretly taken it that day while I was looking at gravestones in the cemetery. But anyone who knew me could recognize me at a glance.Someone added another comment beneath the post. "A young woman came to my shop before and ordered white roses, specifically for a funeral. I asked what the occasion was. She said it was for her own funeral."The news spread