They froze, and not one of them said another word about it.
Instead, every head turned toward Morris. "You're something else, you know that? Calling you a backstabber would be too kind. You know damn well how Nate's treated you. Why would you go after his wife? Did you sell your conscience?"
"Seriously. If it weren't for Nate, you'd still be out there begging for a job."
"Morris, I have zero respect for you. You're not a man."
Faced with everyone pointing fingers at him, the panic on Morris's face vanished in an instant, replaced by something raw and bitter.
He stood up and kicked the table over. His face was twisted with rage.
"All of you, shut the hell up! Stop feeding me that garbage about how good Nate's been to me. I'm sick of it!"
"He's been better than me at everything since we were kids. Grades, academics, family money. He's had his foot on my neck my whole life. I don't need anyone's pity. Every time he helped me, it was just another way of rubbing my face in how pathetic I am!"
"Nathaniel Gilbert, what makes you so high and mighty? You were born with a silver spoon, that's all. If we'd swapped places, you'd know exactly how much I've suffered."