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,

was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye

out they’re just

it truly comes down to

no attention

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

in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

just going to stand by and

Finally, Catherine took action.

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

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

You lowly woman, you’re

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

rules against women touching a

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

the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had

When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you

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

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

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

brought the silver needles with her,

watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with

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

Henry was able to speak

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

her and said, Thank you,

wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her