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.

him, Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were identical to

had been there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had

these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using

comes down to it,

attention

Just as she had

the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various

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

eyes bulged, and he stared at the

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

by and watch his life slip away

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding

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

of them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not

of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained

women touching a man’s chest or anything

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

cast a cold, disdainful

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

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

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

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

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

anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition appeared to

gradual relief and a less

later, Henry was able to speak

and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine

at her and said, Thank

aloof expression as she carefully put away the

had mocked her earlier now felt the sting