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.

emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were identical

report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on

out they’re just using

down to it, she can’t handle

no attention to the

expression remained cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she

were in a panic, urgently calling upon

therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing no

a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

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

Finally, Catherine took action.

commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make

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

lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His Highness’s

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

women touching a man’s chest or anything above

the man would face ill fortune,

a cold, disdainful

a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about

out, Henry’s life was on the line,

for further discussion with the servant.

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

palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put to use so

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

gradual relief and a less pallid

was

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

at her and said, Thank you,

expression

had mocked her earlier now felt the sting of