All Her Secrets

Withal had been wrestling with a question for some time, and he finally decided to pose it to Catherine.

“Catherine, you’re not a doctor, so how did you determine that Bert died from heart failure?” he inquired.

Catherine, who had never performed an autopsy herself, had relied on the outward signs of the body to deduce the cause of death. Even the chief attendant, who had witnessed her assessment, couldn’t help but be amazed.

“Catherine is truly remarkable!” he thinks.

In response to Withal’s question, Catherine, who was leaning against Branden, groggy and half-asleep, gave her answer.

“Well, when waiting for the test results, I flipped through some medical books out of sheer boredom,” she said.

Upon hearing this, Withal couldn’t resist giving Catherine a thumbs-up.

It was evident that she was a top-notch expert, effortlessly surpassing others with her remarkable insights.

Withal chose to remain silent, and he didn’t want to pursue the matter further. He felt that pressing on would only be an affront to himself.

The following afternoon, Catherine was once again summoned.

She headed to the palace.

Bert had passed away, but the mysterious illness hadn’t ceased. Another royal member had been assigned for experimentation and analysis.

This new member’s mother held a higher maternal status within the royal family than Bert’s mother did, so initially, he wasn’t the first choice.

No one had anticipated that Bert would pass away so quickly, and thus, this new member had to fill his position.

When Catherine met Henry, she found his condition to be quite dire. It wasn’t that his illness was more severe than Bert’s, but his emotional state was in tatters, on the brink of collapse.

The torment of his ailment and the mental pressure had accelerated the deterioration of his physical condition.

emotional

had been there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on

these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the

it truly comes down

paid no attention to the

turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing at the

seemed that he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to

even Reiki therapists all made their appearances,

of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror, his pleas

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

just going to stand by

Finally, Catherine took action.

stepped forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way for

Henry’s side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted

lowly woman,

of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts

against women touching a man’s chest or anything

man

cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who

His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate? Is that a

was on the line, and at a time

with the servant. She unbuttoned

she withdrew a silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on treating the

today, she had brought the silver needles with

onlookers watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points,

relief and a less pallid complexion was

minutes later, Henry was

consciousness was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had

her and

aloof expression as she carefully put away the

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they