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, the rest of his

there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help

extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title

comes down to

no attention to

and distant, like an island of serenity 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, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy

made their appearances, but they

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a

people just going to stand by and watch his life slip

Finally, Catherine took action.

compelled the experts surrounding Henry to

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

woman, you’re not allowed to touch His

of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts

were strict rules against women touching a man’s chest

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

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

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

words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a

discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing

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

brought the silver needles with her, not

needle after another with precision into

Henry’s transition from labored breathing to gradual relief and

minutes later, Henry was able to

Yesterday, when Catherine

at her and

aloof expression as she carefully put

her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment