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.

apart from the emotional stress, the rest of

report. Those who had been keeping

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

truly comes down to it,

no attention

serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had

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

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

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

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make

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

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

Ravenloth, it was still an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held

rules against women touching

it was believed that the man would face

cast a cold, disdainful glance at

is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate? Is

was momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated customs was

no time for further discussion with the servant.

home the previous

she arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her,

after another

and a less pallid complexion was a relief

later, Henry was able

he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present and knew her

at her

an aloof expression as she

her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed