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.

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

improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help but indulge in

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comes down to it, she can’t handle

paid no attention to

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

panic, urgently calling upon various

even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

to stand by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to

full view of everyone, began to unbutton his

You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to

monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts

rules against women touching a man’s chest

was believed that the man would face ill fortune,

cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted to

is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate?

servant was momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated customs was utterly

no time for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing his

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

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

needle after another

relief and

was able to

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

he looked at her and said, Thank

an aloof expression as she carefully put away

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as