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.

Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his

improvement to report. Those who had been keeping

biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re

comes down to

attention to the

Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing at the

seemed that he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently

therapists all made their appearances, but they were all

in a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

to stand by and watch his life slip away before their

Finally, Catherine took action.

presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

knelt by Henry’s side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop

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

and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male

women touching a man’s

that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible would face

a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted

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

Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the

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

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

brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be

needle after another

to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was

was able to

consciousness was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present and

her and said,

expression as she carefully put

who had mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they