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.

the emotional stress,

improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a

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

truly comes down to it, she

no attention to the

of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished

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

their appearances,

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a

stand by and watch his

Finally, Catherine took action.

compelled the experts

view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants

woman, you’re not allowed to touch His Highness’s

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

rules against women touching a man’s chest or

man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible would face

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

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

was on

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

returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr.

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

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

relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief

was

he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made

he looked at her and

an aloof expression as she carefully put away

the sting of embarrassment