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.

apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his

report. Those who had been

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

down to it, she can’t handle

paid no attention

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

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

healers, charlatans, and even Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were

breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged,

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

all these 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

full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s

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

of monarchy, and as a result, the deeply ingrained concepts of male

were strict rules against women touching a man’s

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

situation, Catherine cast a cold, disdainful

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

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

had no time 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 her research findings with Mr. Theo and sought advice on treating the

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

watched Catherine’s actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into

relief and

was able to

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

at her and said, Thank you,

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she carefully

earlier now felt the sting