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,

there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on

they’re

When it truly comes down to

paid no attention to the

island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had

brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon

made their

of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

stand by and watch his life

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part

his shirt. Henry’s

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

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

against women touching

the man would

cast a cold, disdainful glance at the

in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate? Is

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

for further discussion with the servant. She

previous night, she shared her

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

needle after another with precision

to gradual relief and

Henry was

when Catherine made her appearance,

at her and said, Thank

wearing an aloof expression as she

had mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment