Helen Price,” the woman said.
“My late husband operated the fertility clinic.”
Richard went pale.
Dr.
Price placed a ledger before the judge.
“The clinic retained its original appointment book and payment records.
This consent form was added six days after the procedure.
The ink and notary stamp do not match the forms used that year.”
Richard whispered to his lawyer, but she pulled her arm away.
Dr.
Price opened a second file.
“There is also a note written by my husband.
Richard Mercer insisted his wife had given verbal consent.
My husband refused to proceed.”
I stared at her.
“Then how did the procedure happen?”
“It didn’t happen at our clinic.”
Daniel gripped the table.
“Richard told me it did.”
Dr.
Price nodded toward him.
“He collected your donation, but there is no record it was ever used.”
Lily stood beside me.
“Then who is my biological father?”
