Twice Bound — The Heir Selection

Sorry, you okay? Yeah, yes, I'm fine You got your balance? Yeah, I got it

Grandpa, what the hell is this? You're parading these women around like objects Have some respect I'm finding you a wife with childbearing hips.

This family needs an heir. Jesus, no wonder Grandma left you. Then why aren't you married? You know exactly why.

I'm still looking for her. I don't have another ten years. I have cancer, Bantiste. My dying wish is to hold an heir.

You're picking a bride today. Non-negotiable. Fine. You want a wife? I'll pick one.

You there. What's your name? Luciana? Her. She's the one. Excellent, Miss Pembroke.