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