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‘The Moller Clinic, the same as you and Dad.’ As Ian said this a new fear suddenly gripped him. ‘Oh my God, Mum, you don’t think Emma and I could share the same donor? If we did, it would mean we were related, half brother and sister.’ Bile rose in his throat and he flung open his car door just in time to throw up in the gutter.
‘Ian? Are you OK?’ his mother asked on the other end of the phone.
‘No,’ he said, wiping his mouth. He took another swig of water. ‘Mum, if Emma and I do have the same biological father it might explain why we look similar and can’t have healthy children. Some defects in DNA only appear if there is inbreeding.’
‘But Carstan and Edie Moller are professionals,’ Helen said. ‘They know what they’re doing. They wouldn’t have let that happen, I’m certain.’
‘Think about it, Mum. Sperm donors donate many times and can father hundreds of children. The Mollers couldn’t have predicted that Emma and I would ever get together. If I’d had any idea that Emma and I were the product of donated sperm and from the same clinic I would have checked with them before we married to make sure we weren’t related. Otherwise it’s incest, Mum!’ His stomach churned and he swallowed back fresh bile.
‘No! It’s not possible. I’m sure you’re wrong, Ian.’
‘How can you be so sure, Mum? You should have told me.’
‘I’m so sorry. I kept quiet for your father’s sake. I never thought it would come to this.’ Her voice broke.
Ian was silent for a moment and then said, ‘I’m going back into the clinic now to confront Carstan Moller. I need to know the truth.’
TWENTY-FIVE
Ian drew himself to his full height as he returned up the front path to the Moller Clinic and pressed the bell. No one answered. They were in all right but would be able to see him on the CCTV. He pressed the bell again, long and hard, then opened the letterbox and shouted, ‘I know you’re in there. I need to speak to you. I’m not leaving until I do.’
Straightening, he pressed the bell again and kept his finger on it until the door opened.
‘Yes, what is it, Mr Jennings?’ Carstan Moller demanded. ‘You’re making a hell of a noise.’ Ian could see Edie Moller standing a little way behind him down the hall, her mobile in her hand, probably ready to call the police if necessary.
‘Could Emma and I have the same sperm donor?’ Ian asked.
‘No, of course not!’
‘How can you be so certain?’
‘I keep meticulous records. I always have done. We’re professional. That sort of thing can’t happen here.’
‘Have you checked your records for Emma and me?’