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 symptoms were identical

already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on

thought these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title

down

no attention

cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around,

attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon

Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were all equally helpless,

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

to stand by and

Finally, Catherine took action.

commanding presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry

in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his

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

it was still an era of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts

against women touching a man’s chest

this rule was violated, it was believed that the man would face

cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had

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

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

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

she withdrew a silver needle she had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared

arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting

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

from labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion

was able to speak

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

at her

aloof expression as she

earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her