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 rest of

was no improvement to report. Those who had

these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the wool over everyone’s

truly comes down to

attention to the idle

turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned

that he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers

made their appearances, but

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

people just going to stand by and watch his life

Finally, Catherine took action.

presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

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

lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch

Ravenloth, it was still an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply

rules against women touching a man’s chest

was believed that the man would

a cold, disdainful glance at the

When His Highness’ life is hanging by a

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

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

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

palace today, she had brought the silver needles

she inserted one silver needle after another with precision

relief and a less pallid

Henry was able to speak

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

her and

aloof expression as

the sting