The Guerrero's Heir

Chapter 4

"I'm sorry, sir Tyrone." Avan said bowing. Erick and the staff did the same.

"I don't know, sorry." said Erick.

"Forgive us, sir Tyron." said the staff.

Tyrone didn't say a word, he knew they weren't really sorry. If Tristan hadn't told them that he was the owner of the company, He's sure they wouldn't have apologized for what they did to insult him earlier.

He faced Tristan who was already looking at him.

"Where's grandpa?" he asked coldly, showing no emotion on his face.

He answered. "He's in his office."

He nodded. "Take me to him."

"I will definitely do that, because that's my job." He smiled but Tyrone didn't react.

He didn't say a word and let him walk first while he was just behind. As soon as they passed the lobby, Tyrone noticed a big change in the company.

As he expected, people stared at them as they walked to the elevator. He just didn't pay attention to that, when they were inside the elevator, Tristan spoke.

"I really thought you were dead," he said and Tyrone frowned.

"Do you think so low of me? Because I have no wealth, I'm just going to kill myself?" he said annoyed.

From the corner of his eyes, Tyrone saw he shook his head.

"Of course no, I don't know what happened to you in five year you were gone," he said.

"I forgot my life as a Guerrero, I forgot you because that's what grandpa wanted." Tyrone laughed out loud. "I don't understand if grandpa hit his head that's why he's sending me back to the company, after what he did. He's going to send me back as if he didn't do anything to me."

"I understand you, maybe Sir Theodore has a reason."

He didn't say a word until the elevator rang. He went out first and he followed. We walked again and Tyrone saw the familiar door, just far away he knew it was his grandpa's office.

Tristan knocked and entered, he followed. Tyrone saw grandpa sitting on the sofa, when our eyes met be thought that the anger he felt when he heard his voice on the cellphone was enough, but Tyrone will feel even worse when he see his face now.

He want to punch his face.

His grandfather smiled at him and Tyrone didn't react, he motioned for Tristan to leave and when he got out, his grandpa spoke.

"I'm so happy to see you, I thought it would be difficult to get you back to the company." He said to him with a smile and leaned on the sofa. He pointed to the sofa that was also in front of him, he motioned for him to sit and Tyrone followed.

When he sat down, he quickly looked at him. "It's true that there are people who have done a lot of bad things in life, some of them are still alive. And I'm sure you're one of them."

Tyrone thought he was going to explode in anger but his grin grew wider which annoyed him even more.

"Is this how you greet your grandfather? We just met now after five years."

He clenched my fist.

 "Are you my grandfather? I'm sorry, I forgot. I did what you told me to forget about you, to forget that I have a family." Tyrone smile bitterly.

"I'm sorry—"

"Your sorry isn't enough!" He shouted, his breathing was fast because of the mixed feelings, sadness, anger, bitterness. "You made my life hell, maybe you forget?! You made me suffer! It's all your fault why this happened in my life. You made your own grandchild suffer!"

"I understand your anger," he said and the smile was gone from his face.

"And I'm even more angry with you because of what you did by kicking dad out of the family! Why do you treat your own son like that, grandpa?! I can accept it if I'm the only one kicked out of the family, I'll understand if I'm the only one. But why did you also kick my dad out of the Guerreros?!" he shouted with all his strength. He didn't react and speak.

"He died of a stroke." Tyrone voice cracked and weakened. "He's the only one I have, grandpa! But because of what you did to him, he died! I lost him! If he had checked up at the hospital and received treatment, he would still be alive today!"

He breathed deeply. "So I don't understand why you're sending me back to the company! After everything you've done to me, you're going to send me back to the company. When you're done sending me back, what are you going to do? You will kick me out of the family again?! For the second time?!"

"I am truly sorry for what I did to you and your father, I was also hurt when he died because he was also my son," his granfather said. "I didn't think he would die, I offered to help but he refused me because he said he would rather die than accept my help."

Tyrone eyes widened at what he said. Dad refused?

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, you know the behavior of the Guerrero. You know I'm not the only one like this in the Guerrero Clan. I don't want you to forgive me, but please let me get you back to the company." He looked into Tyrone eyes.

Tyrone know that he come here to do what his grandfather wants even if he don't want to because he's still mad at him and he felt like he can't forgive him. But he can't let Dahlia leave him, He love her so much. She's his life, without her, he's just nothing. He can't watch her leave him.

He will do everything so that she doesn't leave him.

"I will return to the company in one condition," Tyrone said.

"What's that?"

"Make me the CEO of the company, and when I'm in charge of the company. Make sure no one would interfere or interrupt in my decisions," he said while looking directly at him. "If you agree, then I will return to the company but don't expect me to forgive you."