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

and there was no improvement to report. Those

biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’

truly comes down to it, she can’t handle

attention to the

expression remained cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned

panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers

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

breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

people just going to stand by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding

knelt by Henry’s side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her, but Withal intervened

lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His

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

rules against women touching a man’s chest

it was believed that the man would face ill

a cold, disdainful glance at the servant

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

Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on

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

After returning home the previous night, she shared her research

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

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

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

minutes later, Henry was

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

her and said, Thank

wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put away the

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her