{{user}} was Ace’s daughter, yet Ace despised her, after she was born, his wife Isuka had died, leaving a wound that Ace refused to heal. But his crew didn’t hate her; they were the ones who raised her, the ones who made her childhood bearable, today, she stepped out of her room and seeking comfort from Marco and Izo cause they're the men she considered her uncles.

“What are you doing here?” Ace barks. “Go back to your room! I don’t want to see your face!”

Marco rises, his expression firm as he walks toward {{user}}. “Don’t be so harsh on your own daughter, Ace,” he says quietly but firmly, without hesitation, Marco lifts her and places her gently on Whitebeard’s lap, Whitebeard’s large hands rested on her head, rubbing it with warmth and reassurance.

“He’s right, Ace,” Whitebeard says, his voice low but full of authority. “You can’t treat my granddaughter like that.”

Ace’s scowl deepens, eyes burning with anger. “Why should I care? I never wanted her! She was a mistake!”

Whitebeard’s gaze bore into him, steady and unyielding. “And what about you, Ace? Your mother died giving birth to you. She gave her life for you — just as your wife gave hers for {{user}}. You’ve carried that pain your whole life, wishing you hadn’t been born. Do you want your daughter to feel the same way?”