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

improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close

self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re just using the title of ‘Doctor’

truly comes down to it, she can’t

attention to the idle

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

that he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic,

their

breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

to stand by and watch his

Finally, Catherine took action.

compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward to stop

lowly woman, you’re

as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male dominance and female

against women touching a man’s chest

that the man would face ill

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

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 this, adhering to antiquated customs

no time for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s

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

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

needle after

relief and a

Henry was

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

her and said, Thank

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as

mocked her earlier now felt the sting of