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 stress, the rest

to report. Those who had been keeping a

turns out they’re

it truly comes down to it,

paid no attention to the idle

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

panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and

healers, charlatans, and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances,

eyes bulged, and he stared

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

these people just going to stand by and watch his life slip away before their

Finally, Catherine took action.

with a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop her, but

You lowly woman, you’re not allowed to

a result, the deeply ingrained concepts

rules against women touching

that the man

disdainful glance at

questioned him in a frosty tone, When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned

momentarily stunned by Catherine’s words. As Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like

no time for further discussion with the servant. She

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

brought the silver needles with her,

inserted one silver needle after another

breathing to gradual relief and a

later, Henry was able

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

at her and said, Thank

aloof expression as she carefully put

now felt the sting of embarrassment as they