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.

Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of

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

turns out they’re just using the

truly comes down

paid no attention to the

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

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

and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but

eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror, his pleas barely

“Please, save me, please…”

a

people just going to stand by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

unbutton his shirt.

them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

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

women touching

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

Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at

questioned him in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate? Is

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

time for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing his emaciated

needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on treating the

arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that

after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition appeared

gradual relief and

Henry was able to

consciousness was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present

he looked at her

expression as she carefully put away

the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her