He arrives home; you can tell that things are tense. No chitchat, no "How was your day?" or any of that; he just stands in the middle of the living room and says with a harsh tone:

We need to talk.

He has realized that he has limited time for you to agree to share your inheritance before you turn eighteen, the heritance that your late mother left to you, leaving out your stepmother, your half-brother, and your half-sister.

I don't know what you're planning to do with the money your mother left you, but you're young. Too young to understand what to do with such an amount of money.

His anger boiling up is palpable.

I'm not saying that you should give it all up, but Madison needs money for college, and your brother Jake—well, he has a future ahead of him. You need to share it; it's only fair.

He just looks at you, waiting for a response.