“We need a nanny, Taylor. I can’t juggle the kids, my job, and the house,” Polly said after dinner.
“They’re expensive and unnecessary,” Taylor replied, dismissing her. He didn’t believe Polly’s job as a writer was demanding and thought she could manage like his mother had.
“Please, they still need care,” Polly pleaded.
“No. We didn’t need help. They’ll be fine,” he said, unyielding.
A few days later, Polly fainted. Their son Mark called Taylor, asking if he should dial 911. Taylor told him to call their nurse neighbor, Mara, instead. Mara examined Polly and urged Taylor to take her to a doctor.
“No. Doctors failed my mom. We’ll do bloodwork, that’s it,” he said. Mara reluctantly agreed. Polly was diagnosed with anemia and recovered, but Taylor still refused a nanny.
One morning, Taylor ignored Polly’s calls, rushing to a meeting. Stuck in traffic, he refused to move for an ambulance, even when the driver begged, claiming a child inside needed urgent care.
Later, during the meeting, Polly texted: “Mark is in the hospital.”
Panicked, Taylor rushed to the ER. Polly explained Mark had fallen and was bleeding. He was now in surgery, and they almost didn’t make it due to the traffic.
The doctor confirmed Mark would be fine—only because he arrived in time. Taylor was stunned, realizing he had delayed the ambulance carrying his son.
Later, he found the driver—James—and apologized through tears. “You saved my son. I’m so sorry.”
James, a retired paramedic, now drove ambulances to support his wife’s surgery. Taylor offered him a job as his personal driver—at triple the pay. James agreed.
As James helped the family, Taylor suggested hiring James’ wife, Helena, as a nanny. She accepted, thrilled to care for children she never had.
Taylor learned his lesson: money is for helping those you love. And not all doctors fail. Thanks to them—and one determined ambulance driver—his son lived.