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.

apart from the emotional stress, the

there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who

turns out they’re just

comes down to it, she

no attention

turmoil. Just as

the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon

their appearances, but

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a

these people just going to stand by and watch his

Finally, Catherine took action.

forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts

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

“Release His Highness! You lowly woman,

was still an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained

touching a man’s chest

the man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible would

Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted to

a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his

words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to

discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing his

home the previous night, she shared her

she arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her,

Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another

gradual relief and a

later, Henry was

seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance,

her and said, Thank you,

an aloof expression as she carefully put

now felt the sting of embarrassment