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.

examining him, Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest

there for two days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on

thought these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just

comes down to it, she can’t handle

attention

an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing at

were in a panic, urgently calling upon various

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

eyes bulged, and he stared at the

“Please, save me, please…”

a

just going to stand by

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and

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

You lowly woman,

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

touching a man’s chest or anything above

rule was violated, it was believed that the man would face ill fortune,

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

hanging by a

Henry’s life was on the line, and at a

the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s

the previous night, she shared

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

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

gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief for

later, Henry was able to

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

at her and said, Thank

wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put away

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment