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.

emotional stress, the rest of his

improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye

out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’ to pull the

When it truly comes down

attention

turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around,

on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling

even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were

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

“Please, save me, please…”

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to stand by and watch his life

Finally, Catherine took action.

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

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

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

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

strict rules against women touching a man’s chest

believed that the man would face ill

cold, disdainful glance at the servant who

hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his fate?

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

for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s

previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice

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

As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into

relief and a less pallid

Henry was able

recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made

looked at her and said,

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed