"I'm Hannah Brighton. Was that not clear enough?"
Dunstan was speechless. Was this woman mentally challenged?
"Hannah, what can you expect from doctors in a small-town clinic? He probably doesn't even know who your father is."
The other woman stepped forward while looking at Dunstan with contempt. "She's the granddaughter of Dr. Benjamin Brighton, the miracle doctor. Now do you understand?"
"Understand what?"
Dunstan blinked, completely lost. He knew of Benjamin Brighton, president of Creybia's Medical Association. So this woman was Brighton's granddaughter—but what did it have to do with anything?
"You're so dense! Hannah is from the Brighton family. It's your privilege to have her intern at this shabby clinic!
"As for me and Felix Harding, we're Hannah's friends, so you'll need to arrange positions for us too."
The woman looked at Dunstan with disdain. She acted as if by offering to work there, they were doing him a favor.
"I'm Danielle Ziegler. I studied traditional medicine, so that matches your clinic's specialty. But I only handle fractures and sprains; I want nothing bloody because that's too dirty!"
"This is a clinic! Do you think you can pick and choose?"
Dunstan's expression darkened. He had hoped to find help for the clinic, but instead got one entitled heir and another spoiled princess as applicants. No sane person would hire these two demanding divas.
"Watch your tone! We're top medical school graduates, so we have every right to be proud!
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