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 symptoms were

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

they’re just using

down to it, she can’t

attention to

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

panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

by and watch his life slip away

Finally, Catherine took action.

stepped forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make

everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s

You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His

a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held significant

touching a man’s chest or

that the man would face ill fortune, and the

cast a cold, disdainful glance at the

questioned him in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a

was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated customs was utterly

time for further discussion with the servant.

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

she arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put

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

relief and a

later, Henry was

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

her and

aloof expression as she carefully

the sting of embarrassment