Rays Of Light
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  • Reads 11,674
  • Votes 599
  • Parts 46
  • Time 8h 1m
Ongoing, First published Nov 20, 2024
Mature
3 new parts
Sydney Rory Alvarez is the renowned grandson of two wealthy and famous doctors who own one of the top hospitals in the Philippines. Both of his grandparents and his parents are doctors. Despite his prestigious lineage, Sydney has chosen to live a relatively low-profile life. While his family has a strong medical background, Sydney decided not to pursue the same profession. Is it because he feels it's not the right fit for him, or is his passion directed elsewhere? What motivates Sid's decision to chart a different path from his family's legacy? 


Nathan Klyde Adamnelle , a young and skilled doctor, was once determined to carry out his father's plan against the Alvarez family. But as he got closer to Sydney Rory Alvarez, the lines between duty and desire became vague, could it be the Alvarezes or Sydney only? What would be the reason why Nathan changed his plan? Will he be going to disobey his father? But wait, do think his father's plan would cause harm to the Alvarezes?
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