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.

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

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

turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’

comes down to

no attention to the

cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had

a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

a

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

Finally, Catherine took action.

a commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and

to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to

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

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

women touching a man’s

man

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

When His Highness’ life is hanging by a thread, are you still concerned about his

Catherine had pointed out, Henry’s life was on the line, and at a time like this, adhering to antiquated customs was utterly

further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt, revealing

returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought

the silver needles with

needle after another with precision into the acupuncture

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

at her

an aloof expression as she

had mocked her earlier now felt the