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

Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help

biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the wool

it truly comes down

paid no attention

island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and

panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics,

therapists all made their appearances, but they

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

to stand by and watch his life slip away before

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part

of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush

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

and as a result, the

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

man

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

life is hanging by a thread, are you still

Henry’s life was on the line, and

no time for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing

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

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

anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with

from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief

was able to speak

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

looked at her and said,

expression as she

her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they