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

and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help but

turns out they’re just using the

down to it, she can’t handle

no attention

as she had finished

panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to try and save

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

in a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror, his

“Please, save me, please…”

a

to stand by

Finally, Catherine took action.

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

began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s

of them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not allowed

as a result,

were strict rules against women touching a man’s chest or

that the man would face ill fortune,

Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the

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

Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a

the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt,

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

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

actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the

and a less pallid

was able to

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

at her and said,

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment