I didn’t need a ticket because I was part of the graduating class. But before I could speak, my father’s hand shot out. His fingers dug painfully into my arm, physically dragging me backward into the freezing downpour. “What the hell are you doing?” Thomas hissed, sneering at my soaked appearance. “You’re going to ruin Haley’s photos! You’re just a low-level assistant! Do not embarrass us in front of these wealthy doctors. Go wait in the car!” My stepmother walked past, her face twisted in pure disgust. “Listen to your father, Clara. Let your sister have her moment. Go hide somewhere out of sight.” With a final shove, he pushed me toward the wet steps. They walked through the magnificent bronze doors, leaving me completely alone in the storm. For four grueling years, they assumed I was just a lowly assistant, exploiting and crushing me. Wiping hot tears from my face, I was about to walk away. But suddenly, the relentless rain stopped hitting me. A massive black umbrella shadowed my head. I looked up, startled, to find Dean Jonathan Bradley, the head of the university’s medical board, wearing his flawless academic regalia. He stared at me in absolute, bewildered shock.
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