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.

that, apart from the emotional

Those who

I thought these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to

it truly comes down to it, she

no attention to

amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing at the

he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic,

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

complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror, his pleas

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

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

Finally, Catherine took action.

commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to

view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s

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

it was still an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held

were strict rules against women touching a man’s chest

that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman

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

is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate? Is that a

was momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like

no time 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

the silver needles with her, not expecting that they

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

Henry’s transition from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion

Henry was

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

looked at her and said, Thank

expression as she

her earlier now felt the sting of