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, the

no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on

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

down to it, she

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 at

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

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

stand by and watch his life slip

Finally, Catherine took action.

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

Henry’s side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to

You lowly woman, you’re not allowed

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

against women touching a man’s chest or anything

it was believed that the man would face

a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted

Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are

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 withdrew a silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo

silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put to use

Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into

transition from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less

Henry was

when Catherine made

looked at her and said, Thank

aloof expression as

now felt the sting