Ethan had only uttered one word, but Mona's knees went weak.

Dropping to the floor, Mona said, "Mr. Miller, I'll tell! I'll tell you everything!"

Ethan frowned, thinking that Mona gave in a little too soon. He hadn't even pressured her.

"Go ahead."

"I felt that it was a pity to throw away the roses we trimmed from the garden, so I sold them at night for a dollar each.

"I didn't mean to be greedy. I just need money, and my grandmother has gotten sick, too. I'm sorry, Mr. Miller. I won't do that again."

Ethan frowned even deeper. "That's what you wanted to say?"

Mona wiped her tears. "There's more. I'll tell you everything.

"When I was trimming the trees, my hand slipped, and I accidentally trimmed the heart shape into an apple.

"Mr. Miller, please don't question my work etiquette. I was just a little feverish that day."

Holding his fingers against his forehead, Ethan had a look of annoyance on his face. "What nonsense are you talking about?

"I'm asking you to tell me about