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.

the emotional stress, the rest of his symptoms were identical

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

these self-proclaimed top global biologists were extraordinary. It turns out they’re

When it truly comes down to it, she

no attention to the

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

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

therapists all made their

His eyes bulged, and

“Please, save me, please…”

was a heart-wrenching

by

Finally, Catherine took action.

compelled the experts surrounding

side and, in full view of everyone, began to unbutton his shirt. Henry’s servants attempted to rush forward

lowly woman, you’re not allowed to touch

result, the

rules against women touching a

that the man would face ill fortune, and the woman responsible would

cold, disdainful glance at the servant who had attempted to

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

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

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

had carried with her. After returning home the previous night, she shared her research findings with Mr. Theo

needles with her, not expecting that they would

needle after another with precision into the

relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief

later, Henry was able to

was returning, and upon seeing Catherine, he recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her

looked at her and said, Thank you,

aloof expression as she carefully put away the

now felt the sting