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.

from the emotional stress,

days already, and there was no improvement to report. Those who had

they’re just using the

down to it,

paid no attention to the

expression remained cold and distant, like an island of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had finished her examination and turned around, Henry suddenly convulsed, frothing at

seemed that he was on the brink of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to

Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

all these people just going to stand by and watch his life slip

Finally, Catherine took action.

the experts surrounding Henry to part and make way

of everyone, began to unbutton his

them shouted, “Release His Highness! You lowly woman, you’re not allowed

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

against women touching a man’s chest or anything above

violated, it was believed that the man

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

hanging by a thread, are you still

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

for further discussion with the servant. She unbuttoned

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

arrived at the palace today, she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be put

actions anxiously. As she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into

labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion

minutes later, Henry was able

was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present and knew

he looked at her and said, Thank you,

aloof expression as

mocked her earlier now felt the