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.

found that, apart from the emotional stress,

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

turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull

it truly comes down to it, she

paid no attention to the idle

like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished

were in a panic,

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

in a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

people just going to stand by and watch his life

Finally, Catherine took action.

the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

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

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

result, the

against women touching a man’s

believed that the man would face ill fortune, and the

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

by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate?

by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was

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

the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on

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

Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture

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

Henry was able to speak

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

he looked at her

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression

her earlier now felt the sting of