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‘Emma’s mother, Mary Holmes, telephoned the clinic and asked if her daughter had been in touch. She said you were researching their genetic history and had put pressure on Emma to contact us. She asked for some advice. We updated our records at the time in case Emma contacted us. She hasn’t.’
‘She is finding it difficult,’ Ian admitted.
‘That’s understandable,’ Moller said in a conciliatory manner. ‘It’s quite a journey to search out a donor and not one to be taken lightly.’
‘So I’m not who I thought I was,’ Ian said, struggling. ‘And all my research has been a waste of time.’
‘Of course you are the same person you’ve always been. And as for your research, I can assure you that if there is any genetic fault it hasn’t come from this clinic. All sperm donors are thoroughly screened, so if there is a problem it’s not with your biological father.’
Ian let out a heartfelt sigh. ‘I understand,’ he said numbly.
‘I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I suggest you have a chat with your mother and Emma and then contact me again if you or your wife wish to trace your donors. My advice would be not to.’
‘Why?’ Ian asked.
‘Nothing will be achieved and it could make you both feel unsettled. Emma has the right idea – be guided by her. When we first started our clinic, no one traced their donors and everyone was happy. Then the law changed. Get on with your life and be grateful you are both healthy, intelligent and able to do well. You have me to thank for that for screening your donor. Now, if there’s nothing else, I really must be getting on. Thank you for coming to see me. I’ll let my wife know you are ready to leave.’
Without waiting for a reply, Moller pressed a buzzer beneath his desk and almost immediately Edie Moller came into the room. ‘I’ll see you out, Mr Jennings,’ she said with a tight smile.
Ian stood and left the room.
TWENTY-FOUR
Ian got into his car but didn’t start the engine. He was in no fit state to drive. While he accepted what Moller had told him, there was something about him and his wife Ian really didn’t like. They were smug, dogmatic, superior. Yes, that was it. The pair of them exuded a sense of elitism, as though they knew better than others … be grateful you are both healthy, intelligent and able to do well. You have me to thank for that, Moller had said arrogantly. Ian supposed that playing God for so long and giving infertile clients children had gone to his head. But Ian knew he had to speak to his mother, and it wouldn’t be easy.