"What?"
Theo's frown deepened. His eyes darted instinctively toward Daisy, who sat quietly at the dining table, spooning porridge into her mouth as though nothing was amiss. He turned away, lowering his voice. "What do you mean, gone?"
Miles's voice crackled faintly over the line. "When I received your order earlier, I went straight to the centre. But… he's gone. They said his wife came and took him. They couldn't refuse—she has the legal right."
Theo's grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. "When?!" His voice rose, sharp enough to make one of the maids glance nervously his way. He caught himself, teeth grinding as he forced his tone lower. "Why the hell didn't they call me right away?"
Miles hesitated on the other end, his voice tight. "It happened this morning. By the time I got there, the paperwork was already signed. They said she was insistent, and the staff couldn't stop her."
