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‘That’s not possible on any level!’ Ian snapped. Lowering his feet to the floor, he sat upright and faced Anne. The room tilted slightly. ‘Emma and I can’t continue our life together. We’re half brother and sister! And I’m not taking your word for it that those children are upstairs asleep. Who are they? You told Emma you don’t have children. I want answers, Anne. I already know a lot more than you think. I know you’re involved with Moller and his clinic and that the two of you are responsible for babies dying.’
‘No, that’s not true!’ Anne cried, visibly upset. ‘How could you believe that? I’m a nurse, a midwife, I save lives.’
‘Then tell me the truth.’
Anne was silent for a moment, then, bringing her gaze back to Ian, she said, ‘If I tell you, you must promise never to repeat it to anyone, not even Emma. Especially not Emma. Or you will regret it.’
Ian felt a rush of fear. ‘I’m not making any promises until I know what it is you and Moller have been doing.’
‘Then at least keep an open mind.’ Anne took a deep breath, as if summoning the courage to begin. ‘Ian, you already know that you and Emma share the same donor, but do you know who it is?’
‘No.’
‘It’s Carstan Moller. He is your biological father.’
‘No, he’s not!’ Ian gasped. ‘That’s not possible.’
‘It’s true, Ian. He is your and Emma’s biological father, as he is to thousands of others, probably going back to when the clinic started.’
Ian stared at her, stunned, and felt sick to the core. ‘But how? How is that possible? Both our parents were given details about their donors.’
Anne shook her head. ‘He made them up. All the babies conceived by donor sperm at his clinic came from him. There were never any donors. It was all him.’
Ian stared at her as he struggled to take in what he was being told. ‘So that’s why I couldn’t find details of donors in his records.’
‘You’ve been able to see Moller’s records?’ Anne asked.
‘Yes, although he doesn’t know. That’s how I came to link you to him and the clinic. Your initials are beside some of the entries I’ve seen, and in each case it seems the baby was born dead.’
‘So that’s why you thought I was responsible for babies dying?’ she asked, her face sad.
‘Yes. Aren’t you?’
‘No, and they weren’t born dead, Ian.’
He continued to stare at her.