“You’re boring,” Logan complained. “The others used to scream.”
“I’m not here to beat you,” Angela said softly. “I’m here to love you.”
The words stunned them.
Richard noticed the change. One afternoon he came home early and found the children sitting peacefully on the floor, drawing while Angela hummed. For the first time in years, the house felt calm.
“How do you do it?” Richard asked her later.
“Children push limits because they’re looking for safety,” she replied. “If someone stays, they stop pushing.”
He had conquered industries—but not this. Until now.
The real test came on a stormy Thursday. Thunder shook the windows as Lucas and Logan fought over a toy. Lily screamed. A glass vase toppled and shattered.
“Stop!” Angela rushed forward, pulling Lily away from the shards. Her hand was cut, blood running down her palm, but she smiled. “No one’s hurt. That’s what matters.”
The triplets stared, silent. No nanny had ever bled for them.
That night, Richard came home to find the children gathered around Angela. Lily clung to her arm. Lucas whispered, “Are you okay?” Logan carefully placed a bandage on her hand.
Later, Richard found Angela in the kitchen.
“Why didn’t you quit?” he asked.