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.

that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were

Those who had been keeping a close eye

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When it truly comes down

attention to the idle

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

were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and

various healers, charlatans, and even Reiki therapists all made their

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a

going to stand by and watch his

Finally, Catherine took action.

a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

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

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

result, the deeply ingrained

touching a man’s chest or

man would

cast a cold, disdainful glance

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

life was on the line, and at a time like this,

further discussion with the servant. She

had carried with her. After returning home the previous

the silver needles with

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

gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was a

later, Henry was able

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

her

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression

her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment