Lord Emerson's POV
I stared at Sir Charles, confused by his words, but the look on his face proved that he was serious about what he had just said.
“My donor?” I looked at Emma, who seemed as confused as I was. “Yes, your donor,” Sir Charles confirmed, but I shook my head. “How is that possible? She was only five years old thirteen years ago,” I argued, unable to believe that Emma could be my donor thirteen years back when she was just five.
A heavy sigh left Sir Charles' lips as he went back to his seat. “Let's take our seats,” he suggested, and I took a seat while Emma sat beside me.
A moment of silence hung in the air before Sir Charles broke it. “Remember what happened to you?”
“What happened to you?” Emma asked, curious and confused, while staring at me for an answer. Taking a de
