I can’t handle three kids, my job, and the house,” Taylor’s wife Polly said when they finished dinner and the kids returned to their rooms. “A nanny? They’re so expensive, and it’s not worth it,” Taylor replied, shaking his head.

He rose from their dining table and went to the living room couch. “Please, Taylor. I have meetings in the afternoon, and even if they’re a bit older now, the kids still need attention.

I can’t do it alone anymore,” Polly begged. “No, you’re lying. But even if you’re not, taking him to the doctor won’t do any good.

I’m not moving,” Taylor said unapologetically. Taylor grunted. He didn’t like the idea at all.

He also didn’t believe that his wife couldn’t handle everything. Her job isn’t even real, he thought, but he would never say it aloud. “No, it’s too expensive,” he refused again.

“We have tons of money,” Polly insisted desperately. “Just because we have money doesn’t mean we have to spend it on unnecessary things. My mother raised me on her own for as long as she could, and then I handled myself because my father didn’t care.

And look at me! I grew up to be a millionaire. They don’t need a nanny.

Just tell them to behave after school,” Taylor said, his tone unyielding. Polly sighed and left him alone. Their children’s ages ranged between nine and five years old, so they could handle themselves while their mother worked.At least, that’s what Taylor thought. Polly was a writer and worked from home. It wasn’t as complex as going to the office, doing paperwork, meeting with clients, arranging proposals, and everything else he did.