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.

emotional stress, the

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

were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using

see! When it truly comes down

paid no attention

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

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

made their appearances, but they were

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

all these people just going to stand by and watch his life slip away before their

Finally, Catherine took action.

presence that compelled the

began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants

Highness! You lowly woman, you’re

of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female

touching a

man would face ill fortune,

cold, disdainful glance at the servant

frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his

out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated

with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt,

a silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on treating

brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be

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

and a less

minutes later, Henry was able to speak

recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance,

he looked at her and

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put away the

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her