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.

Catherine found that, apart from the emotional stress, the rest of his

no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close

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

see! When it truly comes down to it,

attention to the idle

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

panic, urgently

Reiki therapists all made their appearances, but they were

a state of complete breakdown, overwhelmed by anxiety. His eyes bulged, and he

“Please, save me, please…”

a heart-wrenching

to stand by and watch his life slip away

Finally, Catherine took action.

presence that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make

of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted

lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch His

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

touching a man’s chest

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

cast a cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had

is hanging by a thread, are you

was on the line, and at a time

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

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 silver needles with her, not expecting that they would be

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

labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid

was able to

her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her

he looked at her

unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she carefully

felt the sting of embarrassment as they witnessed her