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.

the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were

Those who had been keeping a close eye on her

top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the

down to it,

paid no attention to the

remained cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing

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

charlatans, and even Reiki therapists all made their

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

just going to stand by and watch his

Finally, Catherine took action.

forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop

lowly woman,

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

women touching a

believed that the man would face ill

cast a cold, disdainful glance at the

Highness’ life is hanging by a thread,

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

for further discussion with the servant. She

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

had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would

one silver needle after another

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

minutes later, Henry was

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

looked at her and said, Thank

expression as she carefully put

now felt the sting of embarrassment as they