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 stress, the rest of his symptoms were identical to

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

It turns out they’re just using the

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

attention

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 the

on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and

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

by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror,

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

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Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the

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

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

result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male

women touching a man’s

it was believed that the man would face ill fortune,

cold, disdainful glance at the

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

out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at

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

silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on treating

arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would

anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition appeared to

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

Henry was able

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

he looked at her

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put

now felt the sting of