Isn't That Right, Tristan?

Tristan looks at Ayana, who is now helpless in the intensive care unit. Sh e had a cerebral hemorrhage. The girl is now breathing through an oxygen tube wrapped around her hands and feet.

Not to mention the gypsum lumps that support the neck of the ribs, which appear to be quite alarming. Tristan and the rest of the family have been barred from approaching. They can only see him through a large mirror that separates the waiting room from the ICU room.

"Tristan?"

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Tana."

Tristan instinctively hugged Mrs. Tana, Ayana's mother, a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful.

The Japanese-American woman jumped into the arms of Tristan, who would eventually become his son-in-law.

“Tristan, how is it? "I'm not prepared to lose my only daughter."

Mrs. Tana cries on Tristan's shoulder. Tristan was unable to respond. He simply rubbed Mrs. Tana's back to support her. Mrs. Tana is a single parent who raises Ayana on her own.

Mr. Jean Parker, her husband, died when Ayana was a baby