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.

found that, apart from the emotional stress,

report. Those who had been keeping a close eye

extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the wool

see! When it truly comes down to

attention to the

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

The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers

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

was in a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt.

Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His

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

touching a man’s chest

this rule was violated, it was believed that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman

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

life is hanging by a thread,

was on the line, and

time for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s

her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo

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

actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into

Henry’s transition from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was

Henry was able to speak

seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine

looked at her and

expression as she carefully put away the

felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her