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 rest of his symptoms

for two days already, 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 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

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

charlatans, and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless,

overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged,

“Please, save me, please…”

a

all these people just going to stand by and watch his life slip

Finally, Catherine took action.

a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

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 to touch His

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

were strict rules against women touching a man’s chest or

that the man would

understanding the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance

Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his

As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated customs was

with the servant.

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

needles with her, not

after

relief and a

later, Henry was

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

her and said, Thank you,

wearing an aloof expression as

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed