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.

from the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were identical

already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping

they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull

comes down to it,

attention to the idle

of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had

on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy

therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing

anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared

“Please, save me, please…”

a

stand by and watch his

Finally, Catherine took action.

stepped forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts

unbutton his

them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re

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

rules against women touching a man’s chest or

was believed that the man would face

understanding the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the

is hanging by

life was on

the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing

After returning home the previous night, she

she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting

silver needle after another with

gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was

minutes later, Henry was

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

looked at her and said, Thank you,

aloof expression as she carefully

had mocked her earlier now felt the sting