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

there was no improvement to report. Those who had been keeping a close eye on her couldn’t help but indulge

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

down to it, she can’t

no attention to

of serenity amid turmoil. Just as she had

of death. The attendants were in a panic, urgently calling upon various experts, mystics, and even energy healers to

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

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

“Please, save me, please…”

was a

people just going to stand by and

Finally, Catherine took action.

that compelled the experts surrounding Henry to part and make

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

Highness! You lowly woman,

an era of monarchy, and as a result, the

were strict rules against women touching a man’s chest or anything

violated, it was believed that the man would face ill

cast a cold, disdainful glance

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

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

the servant. She unbuttoned Henry’s shirt,

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

she had brought the silver needles with her, not expecting that they would

she inserted one silver needle after another with precision into the

labored breathing to gradual relief and a less pallid complexion was a relief

Henry was

recognized her. Yesterday, when Catherine made her appearance, he had been present and knew her

looked at her and said, Thank you,

remained unresponsive, wearing an aloof expression as she

who had mocked her earlier now felt the sting of embarrassment as they