After a traumatic event in childhood, Taylor grew to mistrust doctors so much that he wouldn’t move when an ambulance was trying to get through a traffic jam. But he soon discovered how easily he could’ve lost everything for being so stubborn.
“We need to hire a nanny, darling. I can’t handle three kids, my job, and the house,” Polly said after dinner.
“A nanny? That’s a waste of money,” Taylor scoffed.
“Please, Taylor. I have meetings, and the kids still need attention,” Polly begged.
“They can manage,” he insisted.
A few days later, Polly fainted. Their eldest son, Mark, called Taylor. “Should I call 911?”
“No! Call Mara,” Taylor ordered.
Mara, their neighbor, checked Polly. “She needs blood work,” she urged.
Taylor hesitated. “Doctors are useless. My mother died because of one.”
Mara sighed. “At least get tests done.”
Polly had anemia but recovered with medication. Still, Taylor refused a nanny.
One morning, stuck in traffic, he refused to move for an ambulance—only to later learn his son was inside. Mark barely survived.
Realizing his mistake, Taylor hired James, the ambulance driver, as his chauffeur and later employed his wife as their nanny.
He also funded hospital grants, knowing now—money should be spent on what truly matters.
