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.

that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of

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

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

see! When it truly comes down to it, she can’t

attention to

of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly

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

even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were

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

“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.

forward with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

unbutton his shirt.

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

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

against women touching a man’s chest or anything

it was believed that the man would face ill fortune,

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

him in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by

momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line,

with the servant. She

she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on

today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put to use so

As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points,

labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief for

Henry was able to

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

he looked at her

an aloof expression as she carefully

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her