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

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

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

When it truly comes down to

no attention to

amid turmoil. Just as she had

were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to

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

by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

stand by and watch his life slip away

Finally, Catherine took action.

compelled the experts surrounding Henry

his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop

shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch

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

strict rules against women touching a man’s chest

was believed that the man

disdainful glance at

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

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

the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing his emaciated

carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she

brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they

after

breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid

Henry was able to speak

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

at her

aloof expression as

felt the sting of embarrassment as they