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.

examining him, Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest

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

top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the

it truly comes down to it, she can’t

attention

like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination

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

even Reiki therapists all made their appearances,

by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he stared at the onlookers in terror,

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

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

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part

his shirt. Henry’s servants

Highness! You lowly woman, you’re

a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female subservience held significant

against women touching a man’s chest or anything

it was believed that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible would face

the situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant

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

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

discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s

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

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

silver needle after another with precision into the acupuncture points, Henry’s condition appeared to

labored breathing to gradual relief and

was able to speak

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

at her and said, Thank you,

wearing an aloof expression as she carefully put

the sting of embarrassment