Chapter 55

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Mr Smith and Clinton arrived at Clinton's house. it was a massive house. 

" Welcome Mr Smith, " a lady said at the door as she smiled.

" Thank you, " Mr Smith said smiling back

" Uncle Smith, she is Rebecca Martins. The CEO of the Martins company, " Clinton introduced. 

" Wow I see, she looks business inclined, " Mr Smith said in a friendly tone.

" Thank you Mr Smith, " she said smiling.

Rebecca was a tall light-skinned Italian. She was not overly beautiful but her raw sensuality could be noticed even at twenty yards.

Lithe and graceful was she.

She stretched out her hands to Mr Smith. " It's nice meeting you, Mr Smith. I really wanted to see you. Clinton has always been talking about you. I'm so happy that I finally meet the pillar behind his success. "

" It's my pleasure. I owe you a lot of gratitude for saving Clinton's life. Clinton is like a son to me. I have lived in guilt for the past two years thinking Clinton was dead, " Mr Smith said coolly. " But he isn't. "

" Oh it's nothing Mr Smith. You owe me no gratitude. It was because of the love of God that made Clinton to survive and if I would save him over and over again, I don't mind Mr Smith. "

" Nice speech dear. You remind me of someone, " Mr Smith said brusquely. 

" I'm sorry to ask Mr Smith but who is this person? " Becca asked as interest jumped into her eyes.

" Perhaps Clinton didn't tell you about any woman in his life before, did he? " Mr Smith asked.

" Is it Whitney? " she asked smiling.

" Wow Clinton really trusts you a lot, to have told you every single thing about his past. I'm proud of that, you are really filling the space in his heart but what I'm not proud of is that he moved on with his life so quickly. Imagine if Whitney returns, you won't have a place in his life any longer, " Mr Smith said vaguely.

" Uncle Smith, please stop. It's enough, " Clinton chimed in.

" You can see for yourself, he didn't say I'm lying I am very much correct and I am making sense. "

" I know Mr Smith and that is not what bothers me in fact nothing bothers me because I know that if eventually Whitney comes back then maybe we are not destined to be together and I won't fight fate. If he chooses me over her, I will accept but if he chooses her over me I don't mind. "

" Wow you are perfect for Clinton. I really like your courage, " Mr Smith commented.

 Rebecca smiled. " Thank you Mr Smith. Please come in. We have prepared a lot for you. "

" Jack, " Whitney called.

" Yes dear. What is it? " Jack asked.

" Can we talk now that Cleo is doing her assignment? " Whitney asked quickly.

" Of course dear Whitney. Why not? "

" I bought a house for us in Private Hanger, " Whitney said instantly.

" You did what? " Jack asked angrily.

 " I said I bought a house in private hangar, " Whitney said plainly.

" Why? For God's sake why? We are okay here. We don't have to go back to that place. Have you forgotten the bad memories that contains? "

" I have not but I can't be running away from that place like as if it hunts me. That place feels like home to me. Since the past two years, I have not visited there. I miss that place. "

" Why do you want to go back there? " Jack asked unimpressed.

" It's because I miss everybody, everything and the castle and my people, " Whitney said teary. 

" I told you that when I went there no one was there. You sold all your properties. There is nothing left for you in the Smith road and the Private Hangar too. That place is empty and is only going to bring back sorrows to you. You have moved on forget about that place, " Jack said tentatively.

" No, the truth is that I have never moved on. And I do not think I will ever move on, " Whitney broke down in tears.

" I understand you, my dear Whitney but we have to do this for Clio, " Jack urged her.

" This is what you have been saying for the past two years. Everything is all about Clio. Clio is the focus point. What about me? Don't I too deserve to be happy? " Whitney asked terribly.

" Going back there, is that what is going to make you happy? " Jack asked.

" I do not want us to get into an argument Jack. We are going back, " Whitney said in a bossy tone.

" No, we are not, " Jack said openly. " I won't let you take that risk. What if Daniel is around, don't you think he will also try to kill you? "

" I wasn't able to protect Clinton but that doesn't mean I won't try to protect myself, " Whitney snarled.

" What about Clio? What if he tries to kidnap Clio? " Jack asked.

" I will protect Clio, nothing will happen to her but I want us to move into the house I bought in the Private Hangar and besides who is going to tell Daniel that we moved in? Daniel won't try to show his face around there knowing fully well that a lot of people are blaming him for Clinton's death. "

" This is a bad idea Whitney. I think you should rethink this, " Jack said comprehensively.

" Sorry to disappoint you Jack but I have made up my mind. And please I want you to stand by me. "

" Are you sure you want this? " 

" It's fine if you don't want to come along I don't mind, " Whitney said pathetically.

" Don't you think this is going to have a bad effect on our daughter. Especially, changing her environment. This is the only environment she's ever been to and lived in, " Jack justified.

" I know. Jack please, can you understand me and trust me? Jack I'm doing this for a reason. "

" Maybe if you tell me the reason then I can comprehend you and support you. "

" I want to look for Mr Smith, " Whitney said instantly.

" Are you sure you want to do this? " Jack asked immediately.

" Yes. Why not? Mr Smith was like my father. As a matter of fact, he is my father. "

" Just know I'm doing this because of our daughter if not I won't consent to this, " Jack said.

" Thank you Jack. I'll be forever grateful to you for this. "

" We are one. It's not as if I've done a favour for you. I am doing whatever a good husband would do for their wife. "

Whitney smiled. " Okay I'll go in and check if Clio is through with her assignment. "

" Okay dear Whitney. I have to run along. I have work to do see you in the evening, " Jack said and pecked her.

" Goodbye and take care of yourself, " she said smiling.

" It's been long since I had something as tasty as this. Living in that dungeon, that shabby home was like hell for me but I still managed to survive. Who would have thought that Clinton will remember me? Infact I never thought you would be alive. I thought you would be hating me for being the father to an ungrateful thing like Daniel. "

" Uncle you know, I can never forget or hate you, " Clinton said sympathetically.

" Of course this house reminds me a lot of my castle that is no more, " Mr Smith said clumsily.

" I was thinking of buying the castle back, " Clinton spoke up.

" Why? " Mr Smith asked in surprise.

" For you. It's your home and the only gift I can present to you is that castle, " Clinton said smiling.

" Gift for what? " Mr Smith asked.

" As a welcome back, " Clinton said.

And they all laughed.

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Clinton's POV

Mr Smith and Clinton arrived at Clinton's house. it was a massive house. 

" Welcome Mr Smith, " a lady said at the door as she smiled.

" Thank you, " Mr Smith said smiling back

" Uncle Smith, she is Rebecca Martins. The CEO of the Martins company, " Clinton introduced. 

" Wow I see, she looks business inclined, " Mr Smith said in a friendly tone.

" Thank you Mr Smith, " she said smiling.

Rebecca was a tall light-skinned Italian. She was not overly beautiful but her raw sensuality could be noticed even at twenty yards.

Lithe and graceful was she.

She stretched out her hands to Mr Smith. " It's nice meeting you, Mr Smith. I really wanted to see you. Clinton has always been talking about you. I'm so happy that I finally meet the pillar behind his success. "

" It's my pleasure. I owe you a lot of gratitude for saving Clinton's life. Clinton is like a son to me. I have lived in guilt for the past two years thinking Clinton was dead, " Mr Smith said coolly. " But he isn't. "

" Oh it's nothing Mr Smith. You owe me no gratitude. It was because of the love of God that made Clinton to survive and if I would save him over and over again, I don't mind Mr Smith. "

" Nice speech dear. You remind me of someone, " Mr Smith said brusquely. 

" I'm sorry to ask Mr Smith but who is this person? " Becca asked as interest jumped into her eyes.

" Perhaps Clinton didn't tell you about any woman in his life before, did he? " Mr Smith asked.

" Is it Whitney? " she asked smiling.

" Wow Clinton really trusts you a lot, to have told you every single thing about his past. I'm proud of that, you are really filling the space in his heart but what I'm not proud of is that he moved on with his life so quickly. Imagine if Whitney returns, you won't have a place in his life any longer, " Mr Smith said vaguely.

" Uncle Smith, please stop. It's enough, " Clinton chimed in.

" You can see for yourself, he didn't say I'm lying I am very much correct and I am making sense. "

" I know Mr Smith and that is not what bothers me in fact nothing bothers me because I know that if eventually Whitney comes back then maybe we are not destined to be together and I won't fight fate. If he chooses me over her, I will accept but if he chooses her over me I don't mind. "

" Wow you are perfect for Clinton. I really like your courage, " Mr Smith commented.

 Rebecca smiled. " Thank you Mr Smith. Please come in. We have prepared a lot for you. "

" Jack, " Whitney called.

" Yes dear. What is it? " Jack asked.

" Can we talk now that Cleo is doing her assignment? " Whitney asked quickly.

" Of course dear Whitney. Why not? "

" I bought a house for us in Private Hanger, " Whitney said instantly.

" You did what? " Jack asked angrily.

 " I said I bought a house in private hangar, " Whitney said plainly.

" Why? For God's sake why? We are okay here. We don't have to go back to that place. Have you forgotten the bad memories that contains? "

" I have not but I can't be running away from that place like as if it hunts me. That place feels like home to me. Since the past two years, I have not visited there. I miss that place. "

" Why do you want to go back there? " Jack asked unimpressed.

" It's because I miss everybody, everything and the castle and my people, " Whitney said teary. 

" I told you that when I went there no one was there. You sold all your properties. There is nothing left for you in the Smith road and the Private Hangar too. That place is empty and is only going to bring back sorrows to you. You have moved on forget about that place, " Jack said tentatively.

" No, the truth is that I have never moved on. And I do not think I will ever move on, " Whitney broke down in tears.

" I understand you, my dear Whitney but we have to do this for Clio, " Jack urged her.

" This is what you have been saying for the past two years. Everything is all about Clio. Clio is the focus point. What about me? Don't I too deserve to be happy? " Whitney asked terribly.

" Going back there, is that what is going to make you happy? " Jack asked.

" I do not want us to get into an argument Jack. We are going back, " Whitney said in a bossy tone.

" No, we are not, " Jack said openly. " I won't let you take that risk. What if Daniel is around, don't you think he will also try to kill you? "

" I wasn't able to protect Clinton but that doesn't mean I won't try to protect myself, " Whitney snarled.

" What about Clio? What if he tries to kidnap Clio? " Jack asked.

" I will protect Clio, nothing will happen to her but I want us to move into the house I bought in the Private Hangar and besides who is going to tell Daniel that we moved in? Daniel won't try to show his face around there knowing fully well that a lot of people are blaming him for Clinton's death. "

" This is a bad idea Whitney. I think you should rethink this, " Jack said comprehensively.

" Sorry to disappoint you Jack but I have made up my mind. And please I want you to stand by me. "

" Are you sure you want this? " 

" It's fine if you don't want to come along I don't mind, " Whitney said pathetically.

" Don't you think this is going to have a bad effect on our daughter. Especially, changing her environment. This is the only environment she's ever been to and lived in, " Jack justified.

" I know. Jack please, can you understand me and trust me? Jack I'm doing this for a reason. "

" Maybe if you tell me the reason then I can comprehend you and support you. "

" I want to look for Mr Smith, " Whitney said instantly.

" Are you sure you want to do this? " Jack asked immediately.

" Yes. Why not? Mr Smith was like my father. As a matter of fact, he is my father. "

" Just know I'm doing this because of our daughter if not I won't consent to this, " Jack said.

" Thank you Jack. I'll be forever grateful to you for this. "

" We are one. It's not as if I've done a favour for you. I am doing whatever a good husband would do for their wife. "

Whitney smiled. " Okay I'll go in and check if Clio is through with her assignment. "

" Okay dear Whitney. I have to run along. I have work to do see you in the evening, " Jack said and pecked her.

" Goodbye and take care of yourself, " she said smiling.

" It's been long since I had something as tasty as this. Living in that dungeon, that shabby home was like hell for me but I still managed to survive. Who would have thought that Clinton will remember me? Infact I never thought you would be alive. I thought you would be hating me for being the father to an ungrateful thing like Daniel. "

" Uncle you know, I can never forget or hate you, " Clinton said sympathetically.

" Of course this house reminds me a lot of my castle that is no more, " Mr Smith said clumsily.

" I was thinking of buying the castle back, " Clinton spoke up.

" Why? " Mr Smith asked in surprise.

" For you. It's your home and the only gift I can present to you is that castle, " Clinton said smiling.

" Gift for what? " Mr Smith asked.

" As a welcome back, " Clinton said.

And they all laughed.

Mr smith's POV

Mr Smith and Clinton arrived at Clinton's house. it was a massive house. 

" Welcome Mr Smith, " a lady said at the door as she smiled.

" Thank you, " Mr Smith said smiling back

" Uncle Smith, she is Rebecca Martins. The CEO of the Martins company, " Clinton introduced. 

" Wow I see, she looks business inclined, " Mr Smith said in a friendly tone.

" Thank you Mr Smith, " she said smiling.

Rebecca was a tall light-skinned Italian. She was not overly beautiful but her raw sensuality could be noticed even at twenty yards.

Lithe and graceful was she.

She stretched out her hands to Mr Smith. " It's nice meeting you, Mr Smith. I really wanted to see you. Clinton has always been talking about you. I'm so happy that I finally meet the pillar behind his success. "

" It's my pleasure. I owe you a lot of gratitude for saving Clinton's life. Clinton is like a son to me. I have lived in guilt for the past two years thinking Clinton was dead, " Mr Smith said coolly. " But he isn't. "

" Oh it's nothing Mr Smith. You owe me no gratitude. It was because of the love of God that made Clinton to survive and if I would save him over and over again, I don't mind Mr Smith. "

" Nice speech dear. You remind me of someone, " Mr Smith said brusquely. 

" I'm sorry to ask Mr Smith but who is this person? " Becca asked as interest jumped into her eyes.

" Perhaps Clinton didn't tell you about any woman in his life before, did he? " Mr Smith asked.

" Is it Whitney? " she asked smiling.

" Wow Clinton really trusts you a lot, to have told you every single thing about his past. I'm proud of that, you are really filling the space in his heart but what I'm not proud of is that he moved on with his life so quickly. Imagine if Whitney returns, you won't have a place in his life any longer, " Mr Smith said vaguely.

" Uncle Smith, please stop. It's enough, " Clinton chimed in.

" You can see for yourself, he didn't say I'm lying I am very much correct and I am making sense. "

" I know Mr Smith and that is not what bothers me in fact nothing bothers me because I know that if eventually Whitney comes back then maybe we are not destined to be together and I won't fight fate. If he chooses me over her, I will accept but if he chooses her over me I don't mind. "

" Wow you are perfect for Clinton. I really like your courage, " Mr Smith commented.

 Rebecca smiled. " Thank you Mr Smith. Please come in. We have prepared a lot for you. "

" Jack, " Whitney called.

" Yes dear. What is it? " Jack asked.

" Can we talk now that Cleo is doing her assignment? " Whitney asked quickly.

" Of course dear Whitney. Why not? "

" I bought a house for us in Private Hanger, " Whitney said instantly.

" You did what? " Jack asked angrily.

 " I said I bought a house in private hangar, " Whitney said plainly.

" Why? For God's sake why? We are okay here. We don't have to go back to that place. Have you forgotten the bad memories that contains? "

" I have not but I can't be running away from that place like as if it hunts me. That place feels like home to me. Since the past two years, I have not visited there. I miss that place. "

" Why do you want to go back there? " Jack asked unimpressed.

" It's because I miss everybody, everything and the castle and my people, " Whitney said teary. 

" I told you that when I went there no one was there. You sold all your properties. There is nothing left for you in the Smith road and the Private Hangar too. That place is empty and is only going to bring back sorrows to you. You have moved on forget about that place, " Jack said tentatively.

" No, the truth is that I have never moved on. And I do not think I will ever move on, " Whitney broke down in tears.

" I understand you, my dear Whitney but we have to do this for Clio, " Jack urged her.

" This is what you have been saying for the past two years. Everything is all about Clio. Clio is the focus point. What about me? Don't I too deserve to be happy? " Whitney asked terribly.

" Going back there, is that what is going to make you happy? " Jack asked.

" I do not want us to get into an argument Jack. We are going back, " Whitney said in a bossy tone.

" No, we are not, " Jack said openly. " I won't let you take that risk. What if Daniel is around, don't you think he will also try to kill you? "

" I wasn't able to protect Clinton but that doesn't mean I won't try to protect myself, " Whitney snarled.

" What about Clio? What if he tries to kidnap Clio? " Jack asked.

" I will protect Clio, nothing will happen to her but I want us to move into the house I bought in the Private Hangar and besides who is going to tell Daniel that we moved in? Daniel won't try to show his face around there knowing fully well that a lot of people are blaming him for Clinton's death. "

" This is a bad idea Whitney. I think you should rethink this, " Jack said comprehensively.

" Sorry to disappoint you Jack but I have made up my mind. And please I want you to stand by me. "

" Are you sure you want this? " 

" It's fine if you don't want to come along I don't mind, " Whitney said pathetically.

" Don't you think this is going to have a bad effect on our daughter. Especially, changing her environment. This is the only environment she's ever been to and lived in, " Jack justified.

" I know. Jack please, can you understand me and trust me? Jack I'm doing this for a reason. "

" Maybe if you tell me the reason then I can comprehend you and support you. "

" I want to look for Mr Smith, " Whitney said instantly.

" Are you sure you want to do this? " Jack asked immediately.

" Yes. Why not? Mr Smith was like my father. As a matter of fact, he is my father. "

" Just know I'm doing this because of our daughter if not I won't consent to this, " Jack said.

" Thank you Jack. I'll be forever grateful to you for this. "

" We are one. It's not as if I've done a favour for you. I am doing whatever a good husband would do for their wife. "

Whitney smiled. " Okay I'll go in and check if Clio is through with her assignment. "

" Okay dear Whitney. I have to run along. I have work to do see you in the evening, " Jack said and pecked her.

" Goodbye and take care of yourself, " she said smiling.

" It's been long since I had something as tasty as this. Living in that dungeon, that shabby home was like hell for me but I still managed to survive. Who would have thought that Clinton will remember me? Infact I never thought you would be alive. I thought you would be hating me for being the father to an ungrateful thing like Daniel. "

" Uncle you know, I can never forget or hate you, " Clinton said sympathetically.

" Of course this house reminds me a lot of my castle that is no more, " Mr Smith said clumsily.

" I was thinking of buying the castle back, " Clinton spoke up.

" Why? " Mr Smith asked in surprise.

" For you. It's your home and the only gift I can present to you is that castle, " Clinton said smiling.

" Gift for what? " Mr Smith asked.

" As a welcome back, " Clinton said.

And they all laughed.

Mr Smith and Clinton arrived at Clinton's house. it was a massive house. 

" Welcome Mr Smith, " a lady said at the door as she smiled.

" Thank you, " Mr Smith said smiling back

" Uncle Smith, she is Rebecca Martins. The CEO of the Martins company, " Clinton introduced. 

" Wow I see, she looks business inclined, " Mr Smith said in a friendly tone.

" Thank you Mr Smith, " she said smiling.

Rebecca was a tall light-skinned Italian. She was not overly beautiful but her raw sensuality could be noticed even at twenty yards.

Lithe and graceful was she.

She stretched out her hands to Mr Smith. " It's nice meeting you, Mr Smith. I really wanted to see you. Clinton has always been talking about you. I'm so happy that I finally meet the pillar behind his success. "

" It's my pleasure. I owe you a lot of gratitude for saving Clinton's life. Clinton is like a son to me. I have lived in guilt for the past two years thinking Clinton was dead, " Mr Smith said coolly. " But he isn't. "

" Oh it's nothing Mr Smith. You owe me no gratitude. It was because of the love of God that made Clinton to survive and if I would save him over and over again, I don't mind Mr Smith. "

" Nice speech dear. You remind me of someone, " Mr Smith said brusquely. 

" I'm sorry to ask Mr Smith but who is this person? " Becca asked as interest jumped into her eyes.

" Perhaps Clinton didn't tell you about any woman in his life before, did he? " Mr Smith asked.

" Is it Whitney? " she asked smiling.

" Wow Clinton really trusts you a lot, to have told you every single thing about his past. I'm proud of that, you are really filling the space in his heart but what I'm not proud of is that he moved on with his life so quickly. Imagine if Whitney returns, you won't have a place in his life any longer, " Mr Smith said vaguely.

" Uncle Smith, please stop. It's enough, " Clinton chimed in.

" You can see for yourself, he didn't say I'm lying I am very much correct and I am making sense. "

" I know Mr Smith and that is not what bothers me in fact nothing bothers me because I know that if eventually Whitney comes back then maybe we are not destined to be together and I won't fight fate. If he chooses me over her, I will accept but if he chooses her over me I don't mind. "

" Wow you are perfect for Clinton. I really like your courage, " Mr Smith commented.

 Rebecca smiled. " Thank you Mr Smith. Please come in. We have prepared a lot for you. "

" Jack, " Whitney called.

" Yes dear. What is it? " Jack asked.

" Can we talk now that Cleo is doing her assignment? " Whitney asked quickly.

" Of course dear Whitney. Why not? "

" I bought a house for us in Private Hanger, " Whitney said instantly.

" You did what? " Jack asked angrily.

 " I said I bought a house in private hangar, " Whitney said plainly.

" Why? For God's sake why? We are okay here. We don't have to go back to that place. Have you forgotten the bad memories that contains? "

" I have not but I can't be running away from that place like as if it hunts me. That place feels like home to me. Since the past two years, I have not visited there. I miss that place. "

" Why do you want to go back there? " Jack asked unimpressed.

" It's because I miss everybody, everything and the castle and my people, " Whitney said teary. 

" I told you that when I went there no one was there. You sold all your properties. There is nothing left for you in the Smith road and the Private Hangar too. That place is empty and is only going to bring back sorrows to you. You have moved on forget about that place, " Jack said tentatively.

" No, the truth is that I have never moved on. And I do not think I will ever move on, " Whitney broke down in tears.

" I understand you, my dear Whitney but we have to do this for Clio, " Jack urged her.

" This is what you have been saying for the past two years. Everything is all about Clio. Clio is the focus point. What about me? Don't I too deserve to be happy? " Whitney asked terribly.

" Going back there, is that what is going to make you happy? " Jack asked.

" I do not want us to get into an argument Jack. We are going back, " Whitney said in a bossy tone.

" No, we are not, " Jack said openly. " I won't let you take that risk. What if Daniel is around, don't you think he will also try to kill you? "

" I wasn't able to protect Clinton but that doesn't mean I won't try to protect myself, " Whitney snarled.

" What about Clio? What if he tries to kidnap Clio? " Jack asked.

" I will protect Clio, nothing will happen to her but I want us to move into the house I bought in the Private Hangar and besides who is going to tell Daniel that we moved in? Daniel won't try to show his face around there knowing fully well that a lot of people are blaming him for Clinton's death. "

" This is a bad idea Whitney. I think you should rethink this, " Jack said comprehensively.

" Sorry to disappoint you Jack but I have made up my mind. And please I want you to stand by me. "

" Are you sure you want this? " 

" It's fine if you don't want to come along I don't mind, " Whitney said pathetically.

" Don't you think this is going to have a bad effect on our daughter. Especially, changing her environment. This is the only environment she's ever been to and lived in, " Jack justified.

" I know. Jack please, can you understand me and trust me? Jack I'm doing this for a reason. "

" Maybe if you tell me the reason then I can comprehend you and support you. "

" I want to look for Mr Smith, " Whitney said instantly.

" Are you sure you want to do this? " Jack asked immediately.

" Yes. Why not? Mr Smith was like my father. As a matter of fact, he is my father. "

" Just know I'm doing this because of our daughter if not I won't consent to this, " Jack said.

" Thank you Jack. I'll be forever grateful to you for this. "

" We are one. It's not as if I've done a favour for you. I am doing whatever a good husband would do for their wife. "

Whitney smiled. " Okay I'll go in and check if Clio is through with her assignment. "

" Okay dear Whitney. I have to run along. I have work to do see you in the evening, " Jack said and pecked her.

" Goodbye and take care of yourself, " she said smiling.

" It's been long since I had something as tasty as this. Living in that dungeon, that shabby home was like hell for me but I still managed to survive. Who would have thought that Clinton will remember me? Infact I never thought you would be alive. I thought you would be hating me for being the father to an ungrateful thing like Daniel. "

" Uncle you know, I can never forget or hate you, " Clinton said sympathetically.

" Of course this house reminds me a lot of my castle that is no more, " Mr Smith said clumsily.

" I was thinking of buying the castle back, " Clinton spoke up.

" Why? " Mr Smith asked in surprise.

" For you. It's your home and the only gift I can present to you is that castle, " Clinton said smiling.

" Gift for what? " Mr Smith asked.

" As a welcome back, " Clinton said.

And they all laughed.