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

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

turns out they’re just using the

down to

attention to

like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as

death. The attendants were in a panic,

and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing no

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

by and

Finally, Catherine took action.

the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her, but Withal intervened

Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held significant

against women touching a

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

disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted

tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by

Henry’s life was on the line, and

with the servant. She

her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice

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

onlookers watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s

from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less

later, Henry was able to speak

and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance,

her and said,

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression

the sting