Doris was sweating profusely. As she gasped for breath and managed to look at him, her eyes met his and they were full of rage and anger. There was no mercy in them. 

'He's.....not going to spare me....! I must do something...!'

“Sir….! Please!....I have a confession to make.....!”  she struggled with her words. 

“Then say it!”  he gritted his teeth in anger. 

“I....i….i know who pushed your fiancée! It was Miss Madlen! Miss Madlen did it! She ...