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

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

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

it truly comes down to it,

no attention to the idle

amid turmoil. Just as

of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to try

all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless, providing no

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a

people just going to stand by and

Finally, Catherine took action.

the

Henry’s side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her, but Withal intervened

shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re

a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and

against women touching a man’s chest or anything

man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible

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

questioned him in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate? Is

pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line,

with the servant. She

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

needles with her, not expecting

anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with

from labored breathing to gradual relief and a

Henry was

her. Yesterday, when

her

an aloof expression as she carefully put away the

felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed