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.

from the emotional

was no improvement to report. Those

were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’

see! When it truly comes down to it, she can’t handle

paid no attention

and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination

of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts,

even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless,

His eyes bulged, and

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

just going to stand by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

presence that compelled the experts

by Henry’s side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her, but Withal

Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

it was still an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held significant

rules against women touching a man’s chest or

that the man would face

the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who

frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread,

was on the line, and at

had no time for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing his emaciated

a silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she

had brought the silver needles with

silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points,

breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion

minutes later, Henry was able to speak

seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present and

he looked at her and

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed