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.

examining him, Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his

for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help but indulge

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

down to it, she

attention to the

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

of death. The attendants were in a panic,

their

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

stand by and watch his life

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the

everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s

You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch

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

against women touching a man’s chest or anything above

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

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

Highness’ life is hanging by a

was momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like

discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s

home the previous night,

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

one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition appeared

relief and a less pallid complexion was

Henry was able to

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

looked at her and said, Thank you,

aloof expression as she

had mocked her earlier now felt the sting